I love you more than my own skin.
I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.
I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best.
I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good feeling.
There have been two great accidents in my life. One was the trolley, and the other was Diego. Diego was by far the worst.