There comes a moment in every person's life when they realise they adore me.
I am not strange. I am just not normal.
It is either easy or impossible.
I will be sof brief, I have already finished.
One day it will have to be officially admitted that what we have christened reality is an even greater illusion than the world of dreams.
Every morning when I wake up, I experience an exquisite joy - the joy of being Salvador Dalí - and I ask myself in rapture: What wonderful things this Salvador Dalí is going to accomplish today?