“I love you more than my own skin.”

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.

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 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.

Life without love, is no life at all.

So I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

One half of me is yours, the other half is yours, Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours.

Success is nothing if you don’t have the right people to share it with, you’re just gonna end up lonely.

You are like nobody since I love you.

Real love begins where nothing is expected in return.

A bore is someone who deprives you of solitude without providing you with company.

You don’t love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.