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

Passion is the bridge that takes you from pain to change.

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

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

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.

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.