For Me, Love Must Be Ugly, Looks

The Daily Life Of A Genius, His Sleep, His Digestion, He Ecstasies, His Nails, His Colds, His Blood, His Life And Death Are Essentially Different From The Rest Of Mankind.

Every Morning Upon Awakening, I Experience A Supreme Pleasure: That Of Being Salvador Dali, And I Ask Myself, Wonderstruck, What Prodigious Thing Will He Do Today, This Salvador Dali.

Sometimes I Spit On My Mother's Portrait For Pleasure.

I Seated Ugliness On My Knee, And Almost Immediately Grew Tired Of It.

Do Not Strive To Be A Modern Artist: It's The One Thing, Unfortunately, You Can't Help Being.