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Mystery Is The Basic Element Of All Works Of Art.

Tobacco And Alcohol, Delicious Fathers Of Abiding Friendships And Fertile Reveries.

A Paranoiac, Like A Poet, Is Born, Not Made.

You Have To Begin To Lose Your Memory, If Only In Bits And Pieces, To Realize That Memory Is What Makes Our Lives. Life Without Memory Is No Life At All... Our Memory Is Our Coherence, Our Reason, Our Feeling, Even Our Action. Without It We Are Nothing.

Salvador Dalí Seduced Many Ladies, Particularly American Ladies, But These Seductions Usually Consisted Of Stripping Them Naked In His Apartment, Frying A Couple Of Eggs, Putting Them On The Woman's Shoulders And, Without A Word, Showing Them The Door.