Like the majority of deaf people, I don't like blind people much.

If someone were to tell me I had twenty years left, and ask me how I'd like to spend them, I'd reply 'Give me two hours a day of activity, and I'll take the other twenty-two in dreams.'

Tobacco and alcohol, delicious fathers of abiding friendships and fertile reveries.

I would give my life for a man who is looking for the truth. But I would gladly kill a man who thinks that he has found the truth.

Luis Bunuel's two semishort surrealist hand grenades (cowritten in varying degrees with Salvador Dali) make a double bill that can restore your faith in the subversions of youth. Pure Spanish-Parisian piss and vinegar.

Mystery is the essential element of every work of art.

Repeat, over and over again, in case anyone forgets it or believes the contrary, that we do not live in the best of all possible worlds.