"My body is filled with you for days and days. you are the mirror of the night. the violent flash of lightning. the dampness of the earth. The hollow of your armpits is my shelter. my fingers touch you…"

"I paint reality, not dreams."

"Fall in love with yourself, with life, and then with whoever you want."

"I am in agreement with the revolution, with the struggle of the people, with the working class, with the peasants, with the students, with the intellectuals, with the artists, with all those who want …"

"Death dances around my bed at night."