I'm like an onion. You can peel away my layers, but the further you go, the more it'll make you cry.

Life is like an onion; you peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.

Telling someone about what a symbol means is like telling someone how music should make them feel.

I began to cry but maintained my shouting through it, like a wind through sheets of rain.

I don't want the viewer to be able to peel away the layers of my painting like the layers of an onion and find that all the blues are on the same level.

This whole thing is like an onion. The more you peel, the more you cry.