“O beautiful, to make escapeAnd leave this world behind.Had I to stay another dayI'd lose my fucking mind...”

“I wouldn't mind leaving myself behind if I could, but I don't know the way out.”

“Tell me to mind my own business, tell me to go fuck myself, to piss, off, go on, say it, but don’t tell me nothing’s wrong.”

“...What is the use of beauty? i have lived my life surrounded by painters, and still I do not know the answer. But i suspect, some days, that beauty helps protect the spirit of mankind, swaddle it and succor it, so that we might survive. Beauty is no end in itself, but if it makes or lives less miserable so that we might be more kind-well, then, lets have beauty, painted on our porcelain, hanging on our walls, ringing through our stories.”

“So let my hands and my face make their way in this world, let my hungry eyes see, my tongue taste.”

“She dreamed of leaving, but she had too little exposure to the world to imagine where to go.”

“I take all the credit in the world for my own foolishness.”