I had a dream about you painting the scene of a house fire. The clocks were melting and Salvador Dali was riding around in a clown car muttering something about irony.

A Letter to Andre Breton, Originally Composed on a Leaf of Lettuce With an Ink-dippedCarrotOn my bed, my green comforterdraped over my knees like a lumpy turtle,I think about the Berlin Wall of years that...

I didn’t like Dali: now, like you, I do. Like you, I began to drink my Coke with a pinch of salt . Like you, I stopped bothering about ironed clothes. Like you, I sit...

Minutes passed by. A little blue butterfly landed on my nose. I blinked at it and it fluttered to my ear. A big yellow butterfly gently floated over and landed on my paw. Soon a...

Well, in that case, your magic isn’t working. I’m still an asshole.

Dalí painted melting clocks. I suppose if he’d asked around first, quizzed people if they wanted to see a picture of a melting clock, the answer might have been something obvious, like ‘Clocks don’t melt!’...

Since I don’t smoke, I decided to grow a mustache – it is better for the health.However, I always carried a jewel-studded cigarette case in which, instead of tobacco, were carefully placed several mustaches, Adolphe...

This grandiose tragedy that we call modern art.

New skin, a new land! And a land of liberty, if that is possible! I chose the geology of a land that was new to me, and that was young, virgin, and without drama, that...

The one thing the world will never have enough of is the outrageous.

Que hablen de uno, aunque sea bien

That’s what dreams are really like, you know? They’re not full of melting clocks or floating roses or people made out of rocks. Most of the time, dreams look just like the normal world. It’s...

Everyone should eat hashish, but only once.

Quixote shines from Lorca and Picasso, From Dalí and El Greco, From the gloomy ‘View of Toledo.’ He was born before Cervantes.