“My face becomes a Picasso sketch, my body slicing into pieces.”
“His words sliced through my heart, cutting it into little pathetic pieces.”
“My mother said to me, “If you are a soldier, you will become a general. If you are a monk, you will become the Pope.” Instead, I was a painter, and became Picasso.”
“He'd laugh in my face, then I'd slice him to ribbons and then he'd break my neck”
“When I was a child my mother said to me, 'If you become a soldier, you'll be a general. If you become a monk, you'll be the pope.' Instead I became a painter and wound up as Picasso.”
“My face and body are not my essence. My actions, ideas, and ideals are the stuff of me. My clone will have my face and body, but he won’t be me. ”