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.

People in general are scared to death of the war and all the exhibitions have been a failure, because the rich bitches don't want to buy anything.

Only one mountain can know the core of another mountain.

There have been two great accidents in my life. One was the trolley, and the other was Diego. Diego was by far the worst.

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

Painting completed my life.

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.”