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

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

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 must fight with all my strength so that the little positive things that my health allows me to do might be pointed toward helping the revolution. The only real reason for living.

I had something in my throat. It felt like I had swallowed the whole world.

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

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