What is admirable about the fantastic is that there is no longer anything fantastic: there is only the real.

Leave everything. Leave Dada. Leave your wife. Leave your mistress. Leave your hopes and fears. Leave your children in the woods. Leave the substance for the shadow. Leave your easy life, leave what you are given for the future. Set off on the roads.

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

...with the end of my breath, which is the beginning of yours.

Humor (is) the process that allows one to brush reality aside when it gets too distressing.

There is By my leaning over the precipice Of your presence and your absence in hopeless fusion My finding the secret Of loving you Always for the first time

Surrealism does not allow those who devote themselves to it to forsake it whenever they like. There is every reason to believe that it acts on the mind very much as drugs do; like drugs, it creates a certain state of need and can push man to frightful revolts.