No one who has lived even for a fleeting moment for something other than life in its conventional sense and has experienced the exaltation that this feeling produces can then renounce his new freedom so easily.
Andre BretonThere 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
Andre BretonThe simplest act of surrealism is to walk out into the street, gun in hand, and shoot at random.
Andre Breton