Like all revolutions, the surrealist revolution was a reversion, a restitution, an expression of vital and indispensable spiritual needs.

A nose that can see is worth two that sniff.

I still forget, sometimes, that I am no longer 12 years old.

The poet cannot invent new words every time, of course. He uses the words of the tribe. But the handling of the word, the accent, a new articulation, renew them.

I'll never waste my dreams by falling asleep. Never again.

Everything that has been will be, everything that will be is, everything that will be has been.

The more I try to explain myself, the less I understand myself.