“The fact I myself do not understand what my paintings mean while I am painting them does not imply that they are meaningless.”

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.

I do not understand why, when I ask for grilled lobster in a restaurant, I’m never served a cooked telephone.

Mustache? Mustache? Mustache?” Nobody dared to touch them. This was my test regarding the sacred aspect of mustaches.

The problem with the youth of today’ is that one is no longer part of it.

I do not believe in my death.

This grandiose tragedy that we call modern art.

If you understand a painting beforehand, you might as well not paint it.

Young people need plenty of difficulties to achieve something.

Forever will be you and me.

A true artist is not one who is inspired, but one who inspires others.

I do not paint a portrait to look like the subject, rather does the person grow to look like his portrait.

We are all hungry and thirsty for concrete images.

Man cannot change or escape his time. The eye sees the present and the future.

The facts shouldn’t get in the way of a pleasant fantasy.

I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you.

Religion is an illusion and it derives its strength from the fact that it falls in with our instinctual desires.

My mind seems to have become a kind of machine for grinding general laws out of large collections of facts.

I now know, by an almost fatalistic conformity with the facts, that my destiny is to travel.

I don’t make jokes. I just watch the government and report the facts.

The seed must grow regardless of the fact that it’s planted in stone.

It’s easier to accept the fact that you’re just not good enough. We all have a lot more than we think we have.