People in general are scared to death of the war and all the exhibitions have been a failure, because the rich bitches don't want to buy anything.

Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are a bourbon biscuit.

There have been two great accidents in my life. One was the trolley, and the other was Diego. Diego was by far the worst.

I think that little by little I'll be able to solve my problems and survive.

Nothing is absolute. Everything changes, everything moves, everything revolves, everything flies and goes away.

I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good feeling.

My painting carries with it the message of pain.