A Work Of Art Has Value Only

I Have Always Been Amazed At The Way An Ordinary Observer Lends So Much More Credence And Attaches So Much More Importance To Waking Events Than To Those Occurring In Dreams... Man...is Above All The Plaything Of His Memory.

Words Have Finished Flirting. Now They Are Making Love.

...with The End Of My Breath, Which Is The Beginning Of Yours.

The Mind Which Plunges Into Surrealism, Relives With Burning Excitement The Best Part Of Childhood.

Nothing Retains Less Of Desire In Art, In Science, Than This Will To Industry, Booty, Possession.