Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?
I drank to drown my sorrows, but the damned things learned how to swim.
I love you more than my own skin and even though you don’t love me the same way, you love me anyways, don’t you? And if you don’t, I’ll always have the hope that you do, and I’m satisfied with that. Love me a little. I adore you.
The most important thing for everyone in Gringolandia is to have ambition and become ‘somebody,’ and frankly, I don’t have the least ambition to become anybody.
They thought I was a Surrealist, but I wasn’t. I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.
There have been two great accidents in my life. One was the train the other was Diego. Diego was by far the worst.
I tried to drown my sorrows but the bastards learned how to swim.
I want to be inside your darkest everything.
You deserve the best, the very best, because you are one of the few people in this lousy world who are honest to themselves, and that is the only thing that really counts.
Nothing is absolute. Everything changes, everything moves, everything revolves, everything flies and goes away.
Passion is the bridge that takes you from pain to change.
At the end of the day, we can endure much more than we think we can.
I am my own muse. I am the subject I know best. The subject I want to better.
Only one mountain can know the core of another mountain.
I paint flowers so they will not die.
Everyone’s opinions about things change over time. Nothing is constant. Everything changes. And to hold onto some dogged idea forever is a little rigid and maybe naive.
I want a storm to come and flood us into a song that no one wrote.
I think that little by little I’ll be able to solve my problems and survive.
My painting carries with it the message of pain.
Mankind owns its destiny, and its destiny is the earth. We are destroying it until we have no destiny.
The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration.