The idea of content in art is today merely a hindrance, a nuisance, a subtle or not so subtle philistinism.

Sanity is a cozy lie.

A family's photograph album is generally about the extended family and, often, is all that remains of it.

The taste for quotations (and for the juxtaposition of incongruous quotations) is a Surrealist taste.

A fiction about soft or easy deaths is part of the mythology of most diseases that are not considered shameful or demeaning.

What is the most beautiful in virile men is something feminine; what is most beautiful in feminine women is something masculine.

I haven't been everywhere, but it's on my list.

In place of a hermeneutics we need an erotics of art.

Surrealism in painting amounted to little more than the contents of a meagerly stocked dream world: a few witty fantasies, mostly wet dreams and agoraphobic nightmares.

It is easier to endure than to change. But once one has changed, what was endured is hard to recall.

A large part of the popularity and persuasiveness of psychology comes from its being a sublimated spiritualism: a secular, ostensibly scientific way of affirming the primacy of "spirit" over matter.

Developing a true and solid character and finding unique traits that belong to only you is a foundational thing

If you want to learn to do something right, watch someone who has done it successfully.

I was not heroic enough to purchase liberty at the price of caste.

Besides, if I am truly immortal, I am my own grandchild, my own descendant, my own dynasty. I am not obliged to live on through what I pass down to others.

Once you have selected a sport or a creative activity, the rules are pretty much the same.

When somebody challenges you, fight back. Be brutal, be tough.

Like and equal are two entirely different things.

Where there is no respect for life, there you will find evil.

It is on account of the ego that one is not able to see God. In front of the door of God's mansion lies the stump of ego. One cannot enter the mansion without jumping over the stump.

The brain is a monstrous, beautiful mess.