Really, I do not know whether my paintings are surrealist or not, but I do know that they are the frankest expression of myself.

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

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

I am my own muse. I am the subject I know best. The subject I want to better.

At the end of the day, we can endure much more than we think we can.

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

I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving.

I wanted to tell you that my whole being opened for you. Since I fell in love with you everything is transformed and is full of beauty... love is like an aroma, like a current, like rain.

Sexism and racism are parallel problems. You can compare them in some ways, but they're not at all the same. But they're both symptoms inside the white male power structure.

Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are a bourbon biscuit.

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

The historian is a prophet looking backwards.

Your love is my diamond that I want to wear near my heart. Your hug is my heaven where I want to belong always.

If four of you are playing hide and seek you'll only ever find the other three. For you are already right here. So what on earth is it that you're looking for? You are the very thing that you seek.

And a young prince must be prudent like that, giving freely while his father livesso that afterwards, in age when fighting startssteadfast companions will stand by himand hold the line.

In real life, one of my friends was killed in a car accident during our sophomore year.

One question always leads to another question. Some things are better to wonder about.

No. No games. He wanted her and didn't care who knew it. He definitely and absolutely wanted her, longed for her, wanted to do more things than there were names for with her.

I've never been to heaven and, thinking back on my life, I probably won't get a chance to go. I guess the Masters is as close as I'm going to get.

The things which cannot be adequately represented by words are more important than those which can.

When you get that tired, it becomes really challenging to keep bringing your best foot forward.