Every time you date someone with an issue that you have to work to ignore, you're settling.

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

The pure playfulness of certain wholly whimsical portions of (Charles) Cros’s work should not obscure the fact that at the center of some of his most beautiful poems a revolver is leveled straight at us.

The simplest Surrealist act consists of dashing down into the street, pistol in hand, and firing blindly, as fast as you can pull the trigger, into the crowd.

Of all those arts in which the wise excel, Nature's chief masterpiece is writing well.

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

To see, to hear, means nothing. To recognize (or not to recognize) means everything.