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

The simplest act of surrealism is to walk out into the street, gun in hand, and shoot at random.

What one hides is worth neither more nor less than what one finds. And what one hides from oneself is worth neither more nor less than what one allows others to find.

Trust in the inexhaustible character of the murmur.

I love you on the surface of seas Red like the egg when it is green

If I place love above everything, it is because for me it is the most desperate, the most despairing state of affairs imaginable.

No rules exist, and examples are simply life-savers answering the appeals of rules making vain attempts to exist.