Sometimes I Spit On My Mother's Portrait

The True Painter Must Be Able, With The Most Usual Things, To Have The Most Unusual Ideas.

I Dedicate This Novel To Gala, Who Was Constantly By My Side While I Was Writing It, Who Was The Good Fairy Of My Equilibrium, Who Banished The Salamanders Of My Doubts And Strengthened The Lions Of Certainties.

Each Morning When I Awake, I Experience Again A Supreme Pleasure - That Of Being Salvador Dali.

What Is Important Is To Spread Confusion, Not Eliminate It.

I Am Making Things That Inspire Me With A Profound Emotion And I Am Trying To Paint Them Honestly.