Can one invent verbs? I want to tell you one: I sky you, so my wings extend so large to love you without measure.

I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.

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

There is nothing more precious than laughter

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

They thought I was a Surrealist, but I wasn't. I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.

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