Love is not something we wind up, something we set or control. Love is just like art. A force that comes into our lives without any rules, expectations or limitations.
At some point, we all encounter our own parca negra. He is that thing we are afraid of, that thing that stops us from becoming what we know we can become.
The struggle that takes place in the ring is a reflection of the struggle that takes place in our minds and in our hearts.
Passion is never innocent.
Art is love made public.
There’s nothing more frightening than having a dream come true.
Art, like life, is full of risk.