"The day, or the hour, or the minute that I lived would be mine and everyone else's - my madness would not be an escape from 'reality'."

"Heart leaking something so string they can smell it from the street."

"My work is the synthesis of my life, my love, my fears, my pains, my desires, my dreams, my hopes, my beliefs, my thoughts, and my struggles."

"The only good thing in life is to be able to paint."

"My body is filled with you for days and days. you are the mirror of the night. the violent flash of lightning. the dampness of the earth. The hollow of your armpits is my shelter. my fingers touch you…"