Occupation: Writer Birth: February 19, 1896 Death: September 28, 1966
To reduce the imagination to a state of slavery --even though it would mean the elimination of what is commonly called happiness --is to betray all s….
It is hard not to see into the future, faced with today's blind architecture - a thousand times more stupid and more revolting than that of other age….
Nothing retains less of desire in art, in science, than this will to industry, booty, possession..
The simplest act of surrealism is to walk out into the street, gun in hand, and shoot at random..
Life’s greatest gift is the freedom it leaves you to step out of it whenever you choose..
I maintain that anyone who still refuses to see, for instance, a horse galloping on a tomato, must be an idiot. A tomato is also a child's balloon - ….
If I place love above everything, it is because for me it is the most desperate, the most despairing state of affairs imaginable..
...with the end of my breath, which is the beginning of yours..
What’s the good of these great fragile fits of enthusiasm, these jaded jumps of joys? We know nothing anymore, but the dead stars; we gaze at their f….
To speak of God, to think of God, is in every respect to show what one is made of. I have always wagered against God and I regard the little that I h….
I myself shall continue living in my glass house where you can always see who comes to call, where everything hanging from the the ceiling and on the….
Who am I? If this once I were to rely on a proverb, then perhaps everything would amount to knowing whom I 'haunt.'.
It is living and ceasing to live that are imaginary solutions. Existence is elsewhere..
Surrealism is based on the belief in the superior reality of certain forms of previously neglected associations, in the omnipotence of dreams, in the….
The clouds were disappearing rapidly, leaving the stars to die. The night dried up..
There is nothing with which it is so dangerous to take liberties as liberty itself..
What one hides is worth neither more nor less than what one finds. And what one hides from oneself is worth neither more nor less than what one allow….
The art of Frida Kahlo is a ribbon around a bomb..
Let us not mince words: the marvelous is always beautiful, anything marvelous is beautiful, in fact only the marvelous is beautiful..
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 t….
I insist on knowing the names, on being interested only in books left ajar, like doors; I will not go looking for keys..