Can one invent verbs? I want to tell you one: I sky you, so my wings extend so large to love you without measure.
I never knew I was a surrealist till Andre Breton came to Mexico and told me I was.
To trap one's self-suffering is to risk being devoured from the inside.
Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are a bourbon biscuit.
Surrealism is the magical surprise of finding a lion in a wardrobe, where you were 'sure' of finding shirts.
Nothing is worth more than laughter. It is strength to laugh and to abandon oneself, to be light. Tragedy is the most ridiculous thing.