“When we are asleep in this world, we are awake in another.”

Have no fear of perfection – you’ll never reach it.

God is just another artist, like me.

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

The two greatest strokes of luck that can happen to a painter are (1) to be Spanish, (2) to be called Dali.

The famous soft watches are nothing else than the tender, extravagant, solitary, paranoic-critical camembert oftime and space.

We are children of God, and the entire universe tends towards the perfection of mankind.

Paranoiac-critical activity makes the world of delirium pass onto the plane of reality.

Nothing proves the truth of surrealism so much as photography. The Zeiss lens has unexpected faculties of surprise!

The true painter must be able, with the most usual things, to have the most unusual ideas.

It is mostly with your blood, Gala that I paint my pictures

I think that the sweetest freedom for a man on earth consists in being able to live, if he likes, without having the need to work.

God is present in everything.

God invented man, and man invented the metric system.

Give me two hours a day of activity, and I’ll take the other twenty-two in dreams.

Let my enemies devour each other.

The secret of my influence has always been that it remained secret.

Such delusions of grandeur to think that a God with a hundred billion galaxies on his mind would give a tuppenny damn who you sleep with, or indeed whether you believe in him.

Men grow tired of sleep, love, singing and dancing, sooner than war.

I usually take a two-hour nap from one to four.

There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.

People have offered me opportunities in exchange for sleeping with them. But it’s not 1952 anymore.

You can’t become a billionaire stepping over children sleeping on the street.

But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.

Passion makes a person stop eating, sleeping, working, feeling at peace.