“I am not sick. I am broken. But I am happy to be alive as long as I can paint.”

Pain, pleasure and death are no more than a process for existence. The revolutionary struggle in this process is a doorway open to intelligence.

I was a child who went about in a world of colors. My friends, my companions, became women slowly; I became old in instants.

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.

There is nothing more precious than laughter.

I don’t know how to write love letters.

Of the opposite sex, I have the moustache and, in general, the face.

Painting completed my life. I lost three children and a series of other things that would have fulfilled my horrible life. My painting took the place of all of this. I think work is the best.

I love you more than my own skin.

Painting completed my life.

To paint is the most terrific thing that there is, but to do it well is very difficult.

Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic.

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 had reasoned this out in my mind; there was on of two things I had a right to, liberty or death; if I could not have one, I would have the other; for no man should take me alive.

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

I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.

I would like to make a film to tell children “it’s good to be alive”.

The world is more alive at night; it’s like God isn’t looking.

I will not say that your mulberry trees are dead; but I am afraid they’re not alive.

Let the dead bury the dead, but while I’m alive, I must live and be happy.

If I didn’t define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people’s fantasies for me and eaten alive.