"I wish I could do whatever I liked behind the curtain of 'madness'. Then: I'd arrange flowers, all day long, I'd paint; pain, love and tenderness, I would laugh as much as I feel like at the stupidity…"

"My path is my own, and I have chosen it. I will keep painting myself, because I know myself best."

"It was not violent but rather silent, slow, and it harmed everybody. And me most of all."

"I am beginning to grow accustomed to suffering."

"I would like to give you everything that I have never had, or rather, that I have never known how to use."