“...for no man lives in the external truth among salts and acids, but in the warm, phantasmagoric chamber of his brain, with the painted windows and the storied wall. ”
“A man paints with his brains and not with his hands.”
“Put the gun to my head and paint walls with my brains.”
“Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains.”
“Her warm memories. I'd like to paint them over the bare plaster walls of my soul, but everything I paint seems to peel.”
“A story is like a painting, Sóli. It doesn’t have to look like what you see out the window.”