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I am the soul in limbo.
Dada is a state of mind.
Words make love with one another.
The imaginary is what tends to become real.
May night continue to fall upon the orchestra
Beauty will be convulsive or will not be at all.
The art of Frida Kahlo is a ribbon around a bomb.
Trust in the inexhaustible character of the murmur.
Nothing that surrounds us is object, all is subject.
Words have finished flirting. Now they are making love.
My wish is that you may be loved to the point of madness.
All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.
Objects seen in dreams should be manufactured and put on sale.
...with the end of my breath, which is the beginning of yours.
I love you on the surface of seas Red like the egg when it is green
A work of art has value only if tremors of the future run through it.
Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself.
It was in the black mirror of anarchism that surrealism first recognised itself.
There is nothing with which it is so dangerous to take liberties as liberty itself.
We all love conflagrations. When the sky changes color, it is a dead man's passing.
The clouds were disappearing rapidly, leaving the stars to die. The night dried up.
To see, to hear, means nothing. To recognize (or not to recognize) means everything.
Of all those arts in which the wise excel, Nature's chief masterpiece is writing well.
It is living and ceasing to live that are imaginary solutions. Existence is elsewhere.
Life’s greatest gift is the freedom it leaves you to step out of it whenever you choose.
There are fairy stories to be written for adults. Stories that are still in a green state.
Every time you date someone with an issue that you have to work to ignore, you're settling.
Humor (is) the process that allows one to brush reality aside when it gets too distressing.
When will the arbitrary be granted the place it deserves in the formation of works and ideas?
Keep reminding yourself that literature is one of the saddest roads that leads to everything.
The purest surrealist act is walking into a crowd with a loaded gun and firing into it randomly
The simplest act of surrealism is to walk out into the street, gun in hand, and shoot at random.
Nothing retains less of desire in art, in science, than this will to industry, booty, possession.
Surrealism is based on the belief in the omnipotence of dreams, in the undirected play of thought.
Under his (Marc Chagall, ed.) sole impulse metaphor made its triumphal entry into modern painting.
The mind which plunges into Surrealism, relives with burning excitement the best part of childhood.
How small these rescued tides appear! Earthly delights flow in torrents. Each object offers paradise.
For me, the single word "God" suggests everything that is slippery, shady, squalid, foul, and grotesque.
What is admirable about the fantastic is that there is no longer anything fantastic: there is only the real.
The eye is not open when it is limited to the passive role of a mirror... if it has only the capacity to reflect.
No rules exist, and examples are simply life-savers answering the appeals of rules making vain attempts to exist.
Who am I? If this once I were to rely on a proverb, then perhaps everything would amount to knowing whom I 'haunt.'
Dali is like a man who hesitates between talent and genius, or, as one might once have said, between vice and virtue.
I insist on knowing the names, on being interested only in books left ajar, like doors; I will not go looking for keys.
If I place love above everything, it is because for me it is the most desperate, the most despairing state of affairs imaginable.
In the world we live in everything militates in favor of things that have not yet happened, of things that will never happen again.
Let us not mince words: the marvelous is always beautiful, anything marvelous is beautiful, in fact only the marvelous is beautiful.
It is impossible for me to envisage a picture as being other than a window, and why my first concern is then to know what it looks out on.
I could spend my whole life prying loose the secrets of the insane. These people are honest to a fault, and their naivety has no peer but my own.
It is more or less a given that nothing is less favorable to clairvoyance than the bright sun: physical light and mental light coexist on very poor terms.