Nothing retains less of desire in art, in science, than this will to industry, booty, possession.
It is living and ceasing to live that are imaginary solutions. Existence is elsewhere.
All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.
Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself.
No one who has lived even for a fleeting moment for something other than life in its conventional sense and has experienced the exaltation that this feeling produces can then renounce his new freedom so easily.
There is nothing with which it is so dangerous to take liberties as liberty itself.
Dali is like a man who hesitates between talent and genius, or, as one might once have said, between vice and virtue.
No rules exist, and examples are simply life-savers answering the appeals of rules making vain attempts to exist.
If I place love above everything, it is because for me it is the most desperate, the most despairing state of affairs imaginable.
Beauty will be convulsive or will not be at all.