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

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

Pies pa’ que los quiero, si tengo alas pa’ volar

I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and...

Painting completed my life.

What I wanted to express very clearly and intensely was that the reason these people had to invent or imagine heroes and gods is pure fear. Fear of life and fear of death.

We’re starting to see a few very subtle changes in terms of casting, for example, Salma Hayek in ‘Frida,’

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

My painting carries with it the message of pain.

reality”.

I hope the departue is joyful and I hope never to return.

The most important thing for everyone in Gringolandia is to have ambition and become ‘somebody,’ and frankly, I don’t have the least ambition to become anybody.

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

The industrial part of Detroit is really the most interesting side, otherwise it’s like the rest of the United States, ugly and stupid.

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

Espero que la salida sea alegre y espero no volver nunca más.

I love you more than my own skin.

I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best.

Being the wife of Diego is the most marvelous thing in the world…I let him play matrimony with other women. Diego is not anybody’s husband and never will be, but he is a great comrad.

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

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.

They are a bunch of coocoo, lunatic, sons of bitches surrealists.

I don’t 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.

They are a bunch of coocoo lunatic sons of bitches surrealists.