Look at life with the eyes of a child.
No longer diverted by other emotions, I work the way a cow grazes.
I want to cultivate the seed that was placed in me until the last small twig has grown.
It is my duty to voice the suffering of men, the never-ending sufferings heaped mountain-high.
To this day I do not know whether the power which has inspired my works is something related to religion, or is indeed religion itself.
There are moments on most days when I feel a deep and sincere gratitude, when I sit at the open window, and there is a blue sky or moving clouds.
I do not want to die... until I have faithfully made the most of my talent and cultivated the seed that was placed in me until the last small twig has grown.
Genius can probably run on ahead and seek out new ways. But the good artists who follow after genius - and I count myself among these - have to restore the lost connection once more.
While I drew, and wept along with the terrified children I was drawing, I really felt the burden I am bearing. I felt that I have no right to withdraw from the responsibility of being an advocate.