“There is nothing more precious than laughter.”

I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best.

Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?

I want to be inside your darkest everything.

My toys were those of a boy: skates, bicycles.

Mankind owns its destiny, and its destiny is the earth. We are destroying it until we have no destiny.

I do not know whether my paintings are surrealist or not, but I do know that they are the frankest expression of myself.

I paint flowers so they will not die.

I find that Americans completely lack sensibility and good taste. They are boring, and they all have faces like unbaked rolls.

I am my own muse. I am the subject I know best. The subject I want to better.

I am in agreement with everything my father taught me and nothing my mother taught me.

The most important part of the body is the brain. Of my face, I like the eyebrows and eyes.

There have been two great accidents in my life. One was the trolley, and the other was Diego. Diego was by far the worst.

Passion is the bridge that takes you from pain to change.

I am happy to be alive, as long as I can paint.

Only one mountain can know the core of another mountain.

I put on the canvas whatever comes into my mind.

If you learn to laugh at your own stupidity, all your rubbish will turn into manure very fast. And manure is good for growth.

It’s those Saturday mornings laughing underneath the sheets it’s a glimpse of everything I dreamed that makes me feel hope for us. Saturdays could be our thing.

Swallowing the negative words rising up my throat; I am writing my days with smiles and laughter.

He wasn’t even mine yet I had to give him up It hurt to watch him laugh with her not giving me a fuck.

There is little success where there is little laughter.

The leaves shy and smile, of the laughter, when they see themselves – in the mirror of nature.

Posterity will one day laugh at the foolishness of modern materialistic philosophers.

What if everything in the world were a misunderstanding, what if laughter were really tears?