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.

To reduce the imagination to a state of slavery --even though it would mean the elimination of what is commonly called happiness --is to betray all sense of absolute justice within oneself. Imagination alone offers me some intimation of what can be.

Words have finished flirting. Now they are making love.

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

Psychic automatism in its pure state, by which one proposes to express - verbally, by means of the written word, or in any other manner - the actual functioning of thought. Dictated by the thought, in the absence of any control exercised by reason, exempt from any aesthetic or moral concern.

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

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