Words Make Love With One

I Insist On Knowing The Names, On Being Interested Only In Books Left Ajar, Like Doors; I Will Not Go Looking For Keys.

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

Humor (is) The Process That Allows One To Brush Reality Aside When It Gets Too Distressing.

The Eye Is Not Open When It Is Limited To The Passive Role Of A Mirror... If It Has Only The Capacity To Reflect.

If Surrealism Ever Comes To Adopt A Particular Line Of Moral Conduct, It Has Only To Accept The Discipline That Picasso Has Accepted And Will Continue To Accept.