Gregor’s serious wound, from which he suffered for over a month – the apple remained imbedded in his flesh as a visible souvenir since no one dared to remove it – seemed to have reminded...

I love like an albino. But I don’t want to get sunburned, so would you please pass the ketchup?

I gazed upon the earth and saw that a body, in its tender faithlessness, had located it in the sky. A splendid scarf of blood, looming above the abyss.

There are fairy stories to be written for adults. Stories that are still in a green state.

Dive again and again into the river of uncertainty. Create in the dark, only then can you recognize the light.

La Courbe de tes yeuxLa courbe de tes yeux fait le tour de mon coeur,Un rond de danse et de douceur,Auréole du temps, berceau nocturne et sûr,Et si je ne sais plus tout ce que...

We can sum up the surrealist distinction between ‘literature’ and ‘poetry’ by saying where the former is artificial, fictive and elusive, the latter is natural, real, direct and spontaneous.

Several people toss and turn in their sleep, startled by the lines of the newspapers in their dreams, knives out, lights out, lights out, knives out!

This place has only three exits, sir: Madness, and Death.

We are in front of a fountain, whose jet she seems to be watching. ‘Those are your thoughts and mine. Look where they all start from, how high they reach, and then how it’s still...

I try to apply colors like words that shape poems, like notes that shape music.

La terre est bleueLa terre est bleue comme une orangeJamais une erreur les mots ne mentent pasIls ne vous donnent plus à chanterAu tour des baisers de s’entendreLes fous et les amoursElle sa bouche d’allianceTous...

A constant human error: to believe in an end to one’s fantasies. Our daydreams are the measure of our unreachable truth. The secret of all things lies in the emptiness of the formula that guard...

Surrealism, then, neither aims to subvert realism, as does the fantastic, nor does it try to transcend it. It looks for different means by which to explore reality itself.

Il faut que l’homme s’évade de cette lice ridicule qu’on lui a faite: le prétendu réel actuel avec la perspective d’un réel futur qui ne vaille guère mieux. Chaque minute pleine porte en elle-même la...

Cubism is a Cathedral of shit.

I Was Trained to See Shadows”, in his poetry book SALTY AS A LIP:] A nice bit of smooth, full-bodied, surreal story telling. I like it.

The clouds were disappearing rapidly, leaving the stars to die. The night dried up.

We write the earth we stand upon.

We have come from all the countries of the world and are going to Saintes-Maries de la Mer. Nomads of the enigma, we gather there each year after having carried our mystery through ordinary countryside...

Plût au ciel que le lecteur, enhardi et devenu momentanément féroce comme ce qu’il lit, trouve, sans se désorienter, son chemin abrupt et sauvage, à travers les marécages désolés de ces pages sombres et pleines...

The shifting sands of the world… show how much the surrealists were drawn towards an interrogation of what reality actually is. Unlike fabulists of whatever hue, there is a materiality in surrealist writing that resolutely...

We all love conflagrations. When the sky changes color, it is a dead man’s passing.

Us vs Them” mentality; because you are constantly defending yourself. And in fighting, there’s no time for freedom.

Iff replied that the Plentimaw Fishes were what he called ‘hunger artists’ — ‘Because when they are hungry they swallow stories through every mouth, and in their innards miracles occur; a little bit of one...

May night continue to fall upon the orchestra

Somewhere there are gardens where peacocks sing like nightingales, somewhere there are caravans of separated lovers traveling to meet each other; there are ruby fires on distant mountains, and blue comets that come in spring...

His thoughts were hemmed in. One can only draw curved lines on the terrestrial sphere which, as they extend, forever meet with themselves. At such intersections we always encounter what we have already seen.

Oh incomprehensible pederasts, I shall not heap insults upon your great degradation; I shall not be the one to pour scorn on your infundibuliform anus. It is enough that the shameful and almost incurable maladies...

Refusing what Adorno called that ‘comfort in the uncomfortable’ taken by the fantastic, surrealism seeks to reintegrate man into the universe.

My wife with the hair of a wood fireWith the thoughts of heat lightningWith the waist of an hourglassWith the waist of an otter in the teeth of a tigerMy wife with the lips of...

Subconsciously, we all want to be nebula… In the end, we’re all connected. We’re all going to become one cloud of light whether you like it or not. We’re all made of the same star...

People love mystery, and that is why they love my paintings.

I spoke fire, laughed smoke, and madness spilled forth from my inspiration.

Half asleep, he wondered whether that might not have been his happiest day ever, the last, perfect day swelling with the immensity of his secret intent, secret creation—the day before everything changed—the day before he...

Oh,’ said a very white body as it threw a wrist watch to the ground which broke without attracting anyone’s attention, ‘Oh, how can anyone not love poetry, natural machines, large white houses, the brilliance...

Neither I nor the four flippers of the sea-bear of the Boreal ocean have been able to solve the riddle of life.

In this stillness that is at the same time movement, in this darkness that is at the same time light, change is found not in the realm of ideas but in the energizing desire that...

What is admirable about the fantastic is that there is no longer anything fantastic: there is only the real.

You’re better looking than me. You’re more intelligent than me. Your personality is more likable than mine. You make more money than me. Your family is nicer than mine. Your religion is better than mine....

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

Just like an apple tree apples and the earth peoples, Alan Watts alans prickly-goos and gooey-prickles.

I have forced myself to contradict myself in order to avoid conforming to my own taste.

Exit, pursued by a bear.

If you’re wearing a space suit, I’ll take a unicrescent sandwich; hold the mayonnaise—and the moon. (But don’t hold it in your hands.) Let us dance like the moon is hollow and inhabited by beings...

Surrealism also refuses the representation of reality: reality can only be; its existence proves its reality. Fiction thereby becomes impossible or is, by definition, false.

The imaginary is what tends to become real.

…just because someone is a loner, it doesn’t mean they’re alone. And just because someone is alone, it doesn’t mean they’re lonely.

Cine n-ar dori să moară vis nd că moare?

Sound waves, regardless of their frequency or intensity, can only be detected by the Mole Fly’s acute sense of smell—it is a little known fact that the Mole Fly’s auditory receptors do not, in fact,...