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

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.

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.

Tragedy is the most ridiculous thing.

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

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