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

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

I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving.

Really, I do not know whether my paintings are surrealist or not, but I do know that they are the frankest expression of myself.

The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration.

I never knew I was a surrealist till Andre Breton came to Mexico and told me I was.

Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?