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.

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

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

Dada is a state of mind.

For me, the single word "God" suggests everything that is slippery, shady, squalid, foul, and grotesque.

The important thing is that man is lost in time, in the moment that immediately precedes him - which only attests, by reflection, to the fact that he is lost in the moment that follows

How small these rescued tides appear! Earthly delights flow in torrents. Each object offers paradise.