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

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

Everyone's opinions about things change over time. Nothing is constant. Everything changes. And to hold onto some dogged idea forever is a little rigid and maybe naive.

I paint 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.

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

Nothing is worth more than laughter. It is strength to laugh and to abandon oneself, to be light. Tragedy is the most ridiculous thing.