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.

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

To feel the anguish of waiting for the next moment and of taking part in the complex current (of affairs) not knowing that we are headed toward ourselves, through millions of stone beings - of bird beings - of star beings - of microbe beings - of fountain beings toward ourselves.

I am not sick. I am broken. But I am happy as long as I can paint.

Your word travels the entirety of space and reaches my cells which are my stars then goes to yours which are my light.

I drank to drown my sorrows, but the damned things learned how to swim.