I write a manifesto and I want nothing, yet I say certain things, and in principle I am against manifestoes, as I am also against principles.

You'll never know why you exist, but you'll always allow yourselves to be easily persuaded to take life seriously.

Is it a spiral of water in the tragic gleam of a revolver, an egg, a glistening arc or the floodgate of reason, a keen ear attuned to a mineral hiss, or a turbine of algebraic formulas? (On Man Ray's first photograms, 1921.)

Art needs an operation

The summit sings what is being spoken in the depths.

Let us try for once not to be right.

Dada Dada Dada, a roaring of tense colors, and interlacing of opposites and of all contradictions, grotesques, inconsistencies: LIFE.