Any work of art that can be understood is the product of journalism.

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

We have always made mistakes, but the greatest mistakes are the poems we have written.

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.)

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

Any work of art that can be understood is the product of journalism. The rest, called literature, is a dossier of human imbecility for the guidance of future professors.

Art needs an operation