The most important thing for everyone in Gringolandia is to have ambition and become 'somebody,' and frankly, I don't have the least ambition to become anybody.

I leave you my portrait so that you will have my presence all the days and nights that I am away from you.

Can one invent verbs? I want to tell you one: I sky you, so my wings extend so large to love you without measure.

My painting carries with it the message of pain.

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

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

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.