We all love conflagrations. When the sky changes color, it is a dead man's passing.

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

Surrealism, n. Pure psychic automatism, by which it is intended to express, whether verbally or in writing, or in any other way, the real process of thought. Thought's dictation, free from any control by the reason, independent of any aesthetic or moral preoccupation.

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

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

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

Over and above the various prejudices I acknowledge, the affinities I feel, the attractions I succumb to, the events which occur to me and to me alone- over and above a sum of movements I am conscious of making, of emotions I alone experience- I strive, in relation to other men, to discover the nature, if not the necessity, of my difference from them. Is it not precisely to the degree I become conscious of this difference that I shall recognize what I alone have been put on this earth to do, what unique message I alone may bear, so that I alone can answer for its fate?