Experience, as we know, has a way of boiling over, and making us correct our present formulas.
They thought I was a Surrealist, but I wasn't. I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.
I hope the exit is joyful and i hope never to return.
I love you more than my own skin.
I never knew I was a surrealist till Andre Breton came to Mexico and told me I was.
. . . there is a skeleton (or death) that flees terrified in the face of my will to live.
Really, I do not know whether my paintings are surrealist or not, but I do know that they are the frankest expression of myself.
If the American people really come to a settled belief that Bush lied us into war, his presidency will be over.
The sort of sweeping parochial espionage and attempts to extract information from all sorts of institutions are well documented, but I think in this context there's a danger of oversimplifying and seeing that sector of cyber as a one-way street.
I have seen such an immense change from the total repression and criminality of homosexuality in my lifetime. It does make me much more buoyant and optimistic about the future. If that change can occur in that time there's hope for many other changes.
Old age is fifteen years older than I am.