Words have finished flirting. Now they are making love.

Perhaps I am doomed to retrace my steps under the illusion that I am exploring, doomed to try and learn what I should simply recognize, learning a mere fraction of what I have forgotten.

The art of Frida Kahlo is a ribbon around a bomb.

I have always been amazed at the way an ordinary observer lends so much more credence and attaches so much more importance to waking events than to those occurring in dreams... Man...is above all the plaything of his memory.

If surrealism ever comes to adopt a particular line of moral conduct, it has only to accept the discipline that Picasso has accepted and will continue to accept.

It is impossible for me to envisage a picture as being other than a window, and why my first concern is then to know what it looks out on.

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