"My paintings carries within it the message of pain… Painting completed my life. I lost three children… Painting substituted for all of this. I believe that work is the best thing."

"I am beginning to grow accustomed to suffering."

"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 tried to drown my sorrows, but the damned things learned how to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good feeling."

"I have the taste of almonds from your lips in my mouth."