A writer or painter cannot change the world. But they can keep an essential margin of nonconformity alive.

A paranoiac, like a poet, is born, not made.

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.

I say to hell with the work you have to do to earn a living! That kind of work does us no honor; all it does is fill up the bellies of the pigs who exploit us. But the work you do because you like to do it, because you've heard the call, you've got a vocation - that's ennobling! We should all be able to work like that. Look at me, Saturno - I don't work. And I don't care if they hang me, I won't work! Yet I'm alive! I may live badly, but at least I don't have to work to do it!

Our memory is our coherence, our reason, our feeling, even our action. Without it, we are nothing.

Thank God, I am still an atheist.

I can only wait for the final amnesia, the one that can erase an entire life.