“I am the Don Quixote of unreality.”

Everything alters me, but nothing changes me.

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.

Sometimes it’s just surreal out there, while you’re running a marathon. People just standing out in the cold, even the rain, cheering for you, blasting music for you. It’s an awesome show of camaraderie and community.

I have come to see the nonsense of attempting to describe fine scenery. There is no such possibility. If scenery could be adequately reproduced in words, there would have been no need of God’s making it in reality.

When I began to rap, I wasn’t taking it real serious. As I start seeing good things, it’s getting serious.

He stood at the window of the empty cafe and watched the activites in the square and he said that it was good that God kept the truths of life from the young as they were starting out or else they’d have no heart to start at all.

No institution which does not continually test its ideals, techniques and measure of accomplishment can claim real vitality.

Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.

Reality in our century is not something to be faced.

The truth has never been of any real value to any human being – it is a symbol for mathematicians and philosophers to pursue. In human relations kindness and lies are worth a thousand truths.