I dedicate this novel to Gala, who was constantly by my side while I was writing it, who was the good fairy of my equilibrium, who banished the salamanders of my doubts and strengthened the lions of certainties.

I do not take drugs. I am drugs.

I don't take drugs: I am drugs.

New skin, a new land! And a land of liberty, if that is possible! I chose the geology of a land that was new to me.

The two greatest strokes of luck that can happen to a painter are (1) to be Spanish, (2) to be called Dali

Mistakes are almost always of a sacred nature, understand them thoroughly.

Whatever happens, my audience mustn't know whether I am spoofing or being serious; and likewise I mustn't know either. I am in a constant interrogation; when does the deep and philosophically valid Dali begin, and where does the looney and preposterous Dali end?