“I try to find meaning anywhere I can. It's the only way I know how to validate my existence.”

“How can such opposing states exist in harmony together? There is only one way: by surrendering yourself. Because the act of surrender means: ‘I trust you.’”

“How can my limitations in humanity bring me the truth? How can I find truth that I don't know?”

“A part of my depression lies, I think, in my unanswered question: Where is home? I feel a sense, always, of trying to find my way back to a place that doesn't exist.”

“The point is that when I see a sunset or a waterfall or something, for a split second it's so great, because for a little bit I'm out of my brain, and it's got nothing to do with me. I'm not trying to figure it out, you know what I mean? And I wonder if I can somehow find a way to maintain that mind stillness.”

“This is my tendency; but can I say
That this my thought leads the true, only way?
I only know it constant leads, and I obey.”

“I am blind and limited. I would be a fool think myself wise. And so, not knowing what the universe means, I can only try to be responsible with the knowledge, the strength, and the time given to me. I must be true to my heart.”

“I have to work things out by painting them. I can't just imagine what will happen. I have to do it and see it. That's the only way I find out if it will go anywhere.”

“How could it go on when I don't exist? I don't exist…
So now that we've got that straight
Doesn't mean that I can fly
Doesn't mean I that I can go do whatever I want.”

“I have survived. I am here. Confused, screwed up, but here. So, how can I find my way? Is there a chain saw of the soul, an ax I can take to my memories or fears?”