Let the labyrinth of wrinkles be furrowed in my brow with the red-hot iron of my own life, let my hair whiten and my step become vacillating, on condition that I can save the intelligence of my soul - let my unformed childhood soul, as it ages, assume the rational and esthetic forms of an architecture, let me learn just everything that others cannot teach me, what only life would be capable of marking deeply in my skin!

Every morning when I awake, the greatest of joys is mine: that of being Salvador Dali.

A true artist is not one who is inspired, but one who inspires others.

For me, love must be ugly, looks must be divine, and death must be beautiful.

Sometimes I spit on my mother's portrait for pleasure.

People love mystery, and that is why they love my paintings.

The sole difference between myself and a madman is the fact that I am not mad.