Passion is the bridge that takes you from pain to change.

At the end of the day, we can endure much more than we think we can.

... there is a skeleton (or death) that flees terrified in the face of my will to live.

No moon, sun, diamond, hands — fingertip, dot, ray, gauze, sea. pine green, pink glass, eye, mine, eraser, mud, mother, I am coming.

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

Mankind owns its destiny, and its destiny is the earth. We are destroying it until we have no destiny.

I paint flowers so they will not die.