I wanted to tell you that my whole being opened for you. Since I fell in love with you everything is transformed and is full of beauty... love is like an aroma, like a current, like rain.

I am my own muse. I am the subject I know best. The subject I want to better.

At the end of the day, we can endure much more than we think we can.

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

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

You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.”

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