All My Life, My Heart Has Yearned

Objects Seen In Dreams Should Be Manufactured And Put On Sale.

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

There Are Fairy Stories To Be Written For Adults. Stories That Are Still In A Green State.

The Clouds Were Disappearing Rapidly, Leaving The Stars To Die. The Night Dried Up.

The Simplest Surrealist Act Consists Of Dashing Down The Street, Pistol In Hand, And Firing Blindly, As Fast As You Can Pull The Trigger, Into The Crowd. Anyone Who, At Least Once In His Life, Has Not Dreamed Of Thus Putting An End To The Petty System Of Debasement And Cretinization In Effect Has A Well-defined Place In That Crowd With His Belly At Barrel-level.