My wish is that you may be loved to the point of madness.

At the outset, it is only liking, not understanding, that matters. Gaps in understanding ... are not only important, they are perhaps even welcome, like clearings in the woods, the better to allow the heart's rays to stream out without obstacle. The unlit shadows should remain obscure, which is the very condition of enchantment.

I insist on knowing the names, on being interested only in books left ajar, like doors; I will not go looking for keys.

My wish is that you may be loved to the point of madness.

When will the arbitrary be granted the place it deserves in the formation of works and ideas?

Surrealism will usher you into death, which is a secret society. It will glove your hand, burying therein the profound M with which the word Memory begins. Do not forget to make proper arrangements for your last will and testament: speaking personally, I ask that I be taken to the cemetery in a moving van. May my friends destroy every last copy of the printing of the Speech concerning the Modicum of Reality.

The purest surrealist act is walking into a crowd with a loaded gun and firing into it randomly