It was in the black mirror of anarchism that surrealism first recognised itself.

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

Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself.

Past and future monopolize the poet’s sensory and intellectual faculties, detached from the immediate spectacle. These two philtres become utterly clear the moment one stops being hypnotized by the cloudy precipitate constituted by the world of today.

Everything tends to make us believe that there exists a certain point of the mind at which life and death, the real and the imagined, past and future, the communicable and the incommunicable, high and low, cease to be perceived as contradictions.

It will in the end, be admitted that everything, in effect is an image and that the least object which has no symbolic role assigned to it is capable of standing for absolutely anything.

If I place love above everything, it is because for me it is the most desperate, the most despairing state of affairs imaginable.