Every morning when I wake up, I experience an exquisite joy —the joy of being Salvador Dal× and I ask myself in rapture: What wonderful things is this Salvador Dalà going to accomplish today?
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.
Since I don't smoke, I decided to grow a mustache - it is better for the health. However, I always carried a jewel-studded cigarette case in which, instead of tobacco, were carefully placed several mustaches, Adolphe Menjou style. I offered them politely to my friends: "Mustache? Mustache? Mustache?" Nobody dared to touch them. This was my test regarding the sacred aspect of mustaches.