I want to be a contemporary artist and at the same time a romantic!

It's very hard to try to be a cultural . . . people who organize cultural things . . . it's very complicated. And more so in a country like Guatemala.

The Indians are a marginal people in Guatemala just like I am a marginal person in the first world.

You could buy 100 lottery tickets and not win, or you could buy one and get it.

You never know who will see your images hanging. And I like that. I think you never really have control over the things that you do.

I think it's impossible to know the destiny of things.

I'd prefer to invite the artists simply to work and have fun with Guatemalan artists. To share missions of life. Maybe that is more important than seeing an exhibition.

I think my relationship with life has changed - I want to make more complex images than before. Complex in the sense that I try to put in a lot of information, sometimes contradictory information.

I am an architect. I try to feel the transparency in contemporary buildings and I try to understand the transparency in Zen poetry. I just want to mix all those things.

I prefer to give a dollar to a thousand people.

Usually the Indian people are outsiders who have to look up at the people who look down.

I went to a bookstore and asked the saleswoman, 'Where's the self-help section?' She said if she told me, it would defeat the purpose.

Love and trust are so powerful. They can literally change the fate of a person.

Life is a matter of choices live it or lift it !

Because change creates opportunity, when we do it through purpose and awareness, we are working with the fates, and in turn they smile upon us.

There is no position outside of reason where you can stand and lecture about reason and pass judgment on reason.

I love romantic comedies, or romantic dramas - basically anything with love in it.

In poetry, you must love the words, the ideas and the images and rhythms with all your capacity to love anything at all.

Things break all the time. Day breaks, waves break, voices break. Promises break. Hearts break.

It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw, But rather a garden forever in bloom and a flock of angels forever in flight.

Do not attempt to do a thing unless you are sure of yourself; but do not relinquish it simply because someone else is not sure of you.