To me the world seems grotesque, absurd, ridiculous, painful.

To tear ourselves away from the everyday, from habit, from mental laziness which hides from us the strangeness of reality, we must receive something like a real bludgeon blow.

We haven't the time to take out time.

A work of art is above all an adventure of the mind.

Describe a circle, stroke its back and it turns vicious.

An avant-garde man is like an enemy inside a city he is bent on destroying, against which he rebels; for like any system of government, an established form of expression is also a form of oppression. The avant-garde man is the opponent of an existing system.

Childhood is over the moment things are no longer astonishing.