Sometimes I spit on my mother's portrait for pleasure.
Picasso is a communist. Neither am I.
And now the announcement of Watson and Crick about DNA. This is for me the real proof of the existence of God.
An elegant woman is a woman who despises you and has no hair under her arms.
Qui sait déguster ne boit plus jamais de vin, mais goûte des secrets
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?