“If you were the wall, what would you rather be? Dreary and dull, or alive with paint?""Walls can't think!""That doesn't stop them from caring.”

“if I've learned anything through all this, it's that you can't build walls around the people you care about. You can't do it to keep them near or to keep them safe. Even if they could stand the prison, that kind of control is still an illusion. To fate, the walls are made of air”

“Misery is a dead end that stops at a brick wall. If you want to escape it, you must back out carefully, never taking your eyes off the wall. That way, it looks as though the wall is receding.”

“The most important thing in art is The Frame. For painting: literally; for other arts: figuratively-- because, without this humble appliance, you can't know where The Art stops and The Real World begins. You have to put a 'box' around it because otherwise, what is that shit on the wall?”

“I stop to brace myself against the walls, which are painted with the fingerprints of family.”

“If I can't, then I'll paint the walls of her house red with my blood.”