I paint what cannot be photographed, that which comes from the imagination or from dreams, or from an unconscious drive.

Cut out the eye from a photograph of one who has been loved but is seen no more. Attach the eye to the pendulum of a metronome and regulate the weight to suit the tempo desired. Keep going to the limit of endurance. With a hammer well-aimed, try to destroy the whole at a single blow.

Dada cannot live in New York. All New York is dada, and will not tolerate a rival.

The streets are full of admirable craftsmen, but so few practical dreamers.

I like contradictions. We have never attained the infinite variety and contradictions that exist in nature. Tomorrow I shall contradict myself. That is the one way I have of asserting my liberty, the real liberty one does not find as a member of society.

I paint what cannot be photographed, that which comes from the imagination or from dreams, or from an unconscious drive.

Personally, I have always preferred inspiration to information.