My painting carries with it the message of pain.

The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration.

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.

Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?

I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.

I paint my own reality. The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration.

My painting carries with it the message of pain.

Painting completed my life.

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

There have been two great accidents in my life. One was the trolley, and the other was Diego. Diego was by far the worst.

I love you more than my own skin.

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 don't know how to write love letters.

I find that Americans completely lack sensibility and good taste. They are boring, and they all have faces like unbaked rolls.

I paint flowers so they will not die.

I put on the canvas whatever comes into my mind.

I was a child who went about in a world of colors... My friends, my companions, became women slowly; I became old in instants.

My toys were those of a boy: skates, bicycles.

Of the opposite sex, I have the moustache and, in general, the face.

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

Since my subjects have always been my sensations, my states of mind and the profound reactions that life has been producing in me, I have frequently objectified all this in figures of myself, which were the most sincere and real thing that I could do in order to express what I felt inside and outside of myself.

The most important part of the body is the brain. Of my face, I like the eyebrows and eyes. Aside from that, I like nothing. My head is too small.

They thought I was a Surrealist, but I wasn't. I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.

To paint is the most terrific thing that there is, but to do it well is very difficult.

I hope the leaving is joyful; and I hope never to return.

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.

Surrealism is the magical surprise of finding a lion in a wardrobe, where you were 'sure' of finding shirts.

There is so much wealth and so much misery at the same time, that it seems incredible that people can endure such class difference, and accept such a form of hunger while on the other hand, the millionaires throw away millions on stupidities.

To trap one's self-suffering is to risk being devoured from the inside.

Being ill like this combines shock - this time I will die - with a pain and agony that are unfamiliar, that wrench me out of myself.

One of the things that has always motivated me to write is the desire to get it out and look at it in an objective way, so that it doesn't cause me any serious pain by staying inside.

I meditate a lot, but I am constantly in pain. I'm trying to live with this. You just have to accept it.

We may not commit a lesser Sin under pretence to avoid a greater, but we may, nay we ought to endure the greatest Pain and Grief rather than commit the least Sin.

The worst pain a man can suffer: to have insight into much and power over nothing.

From this bestial view that the human mind consists of only sense certainty, pleasure and pain, Locke developed an equally bestial theory of the nation. Man originally existed in a State of Nature of complete liberty.

Imitation is the sincerest form of pain.

The vocabulary of pleasure depends on the imagery of pain.

I don't like painting flowers in my music. I like painting guts and pain.

Lives have been altered in fundamental ways, and later, after they acquire a more complete understanding of what goals are actually attainable, many are left facing a lot of pain and frustration. And yet, there's no culture of complaint.

When the Negro cries with pain from his deep hurt and lays his petition for elemental justice before the nation, he is calling upon the American people to kindle about that crucible of race relationships the fires of American faith.

It is a curious sensation: the sort of pain that goes mercifully beyond our powers of feeling. When your heart is broken, your boats are burned: nothing matters any more. It is the end of happiness and the beginning of peace.

My focus is to forget the pain of life. Forget the pain, mock the pain, reduce it. And laugh.

This horror of pain is a rather low instinct and... if I think of human beings I've known and of my own life, such as it is, I can't recall any case of pain which didn't, on the whole, enrich life.

To give pain is the tyranny; to make happy, the true empire of beauty.

An artist, under pain of oblivion, must have confidence in himself, and listen only to his real master: Nature.

After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.