I leave you my portrait so that you will have my presence all the days and nights that I am away from you.

I am happy to be alive, as long as I can paint.

I am in agreement with everything my father taught me and nothing my mother taught me.

I am my own muse, the subject 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.

I love you more than my own skin.