“There comes a moment in every person’s life when they realise they adore me.”

Everyone should eat hashish, but only once.

The difference between false memories and true ones is the same as for jewels: it is always the false ones that look the most real, the most brilliant.

The difference between false memories and true ones is the same as for jewels: it is always the false ones that look the most real, the most brilliant.

The desire to survive and the fear of death are artistic sentiments

For me, love must be ugly, looks must be divine, and death must be beautiful.

Drawing is the honesty of the art. There is no possibility of cheating. It is either good or bad.

Many people do not reach their eighties because they spend too much time in their forties.

The sole difference between myself and a madman is the fact that I am not mad.

Great wine requires a mad man to grow the vine, a wise man to watch over it, a lucid poet to make it, and a lover to drink it.

When I paint, the Sea Roars Others Splash about in the bath.

Happy is he who causes a scandal.

Beauty should be edible, or not at all.

I am the first to be surprised and often terrified by the images that I see appear on my canvas.

Picasso is a communist. Neither am I.

Each morning when I awake, I experience again a supreme pleasure – that of being Salvador Dali.

Surrealism is destructive, but it destroys only what it considers to be shackles limiting our vision.

Man is made to adore and to obey: but if you will not command him, if you give him nothing to worship, he will fashion his own divinities, and find a chieftain in his own passions.

When I was little, I used to adore gold. It was something special.

Noll is highly respected in Brazil, and at the same time divisive, somewhat like Hilda Hilst. Neither of them enjoys the universal acclaim you might associate with Clarice Lispector, whom everyone adores, myself included.

I adore extravagance but I abhor waste.

You are the cream in my coffee as you lather me with your sweet kisses, brightening up my every morning. Your existence is ever so adoring.

Not knowing what he sees, he adores the sight; That false face fools and fuels his delight.

Sunflowers never beg to be adored.

Even the moon adore the way your brave heart beats.