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.
Have no fear of perfection - you'll never reach it.
The first man to compare the cheeks of a young woman to a rose was obviously a poet; the first to repeat it was possibly an idiot.
There is only one difference between a madman and me. I am not mad.
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.
Last year I went fishing with Salvador Dali. He was using a dotted line. He caught every other fish.
I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of you always in those intervals.