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.

Trust in the inexhaustible character of the murmur.

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

The mind, placed before any kind of difficulty, can find an ideal outlet in the absurd. Accommodation to the absurd readmits adults to the mysterious realm inhabited by children.

The clouds were disappearing rapidly, leaving the stars to die. The night dried up.

The simplest Surrealist act consists of dashing down the street, pistol in hand, and firing blindly, as fast as you can pull the trigger, into the crowd. Anyone who, at least once in his life, has not dreamed of thus putting an end to the petty system of debasement and cretinization in effect has a well-defined place in that crowd with his belly at barrel-level.

In the world we live in everything militates in favor of things that have not yet happened, of things that will never happen again.