The fact I myself do not understand what my paintings mean while I am painting them does not imply that they are meaningless.
Give me two hours a day of activity, and I'll take the other twenty-two in dreams.
Everything that is contradictory creates life
For me, love must be ugly, looks must be divine, and death must be beautiful.
Knowing how to look is a way of inventing.
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?