At the word witch, we imagine the horrible old crones from Macbeth. But the cruel trials witches suffered teach us the opposite. Many perished precisely because they were young and beautiful.

A work of art has value only if tremors of the future run through it.

There is no use being alive if one must work. The event from which each of us is entitled to expect the revelation of his own life’s meaning - that event which I may not yet have found, but on whose path I seek myself - is not earned by work.

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

The approval of the public is to be avoided like the plague. It is absolutely essential to keep the public from entering if one wishes to avoid confusion. I must add that the public must be kept panting in expectation at the gate by a system of challenges and provocations.

It is living and ceasing to live that are imaginary solutions. Existence is elsewhere.

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