Words have finished flirting. Now they are making love.

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

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

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

I maintain that anyone who still refuses to see, for instance, a horse galloping on a tomato, must be an idiot. A tomato is also a child's balloon - Surrealism, again, having suppressed the word "like."

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.

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