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

The simplest act of surrealism is to walk out into the street, gun in hand, and shoot at random.

Every time you date someone with an issue that you have to work to ignore, you're settling.

Trust in the inexhaustible character of the murmur.

Words have finished flirting. Now they are making love.

I believe in the future resolution of these two states, dream and reality, which are seemingly so contradictory, into a kind of absolute reality, a surreality, if one may so speak.

The art of Frida Kahlo is a ribbon around a bomb.