There is no logical reason to believe in God. There are emotional reasons, certainly, but I cannot have faith that nothing is something simply because it would be reassuring. I can no more believe in God than I can believe an invisible monkey lives in my ass; however, I would believe in both if they could be scientifically proven.

The urge is always with me to retouch yesterday's canvas with today's paintbrush and cover the things that fill me with regret.

If you listen to the wind very carefully, you'll be able to hear me whisper my love for you.

That which is painful sharpens one's love.

Only a man unable to handle the actual world would create another one in which to hide.

Love is as strong as death, as hard as hell.

Accidents ambush the unsuspecting, often violently, just like love.