I have always been amazed at the way an ordinary observer lends so much more credence and attaches so much more importance to waking events than to those occurring in dreams... Man... is above all the plaything of his memory. — Andre Breton Copy Share Image
Of all the arts in which the wise excel, nature's chief masterpiece is writing well. — Andre Breton Copy Share Image
Under his (Marc Chagall, ed.) sole impulse metaphor made its triumphal entry into modern painting. — Andre Breton Copy Share Image
Psychic automatism in its pure state, by which one proposes to express -- verbally, by means of the written word, or in any other… — Andre Breton Copy Share Image
“Let us not mince words: The marvelous is always beautiful, anything marvelous is beauitful, in fact only the marvelous is beautiful” — Andre Breton Copy Share Image
“There has never been any forbidden fruit. Only temptation is divine. To feel the need to vary the object of this temptation, to replace… — André Breton Copy Share Image
“It was really a star, a star you were heading toward. You can't fail to reach it. Hearing you speak, I felt that nothing… — André Breton Copy Share Image
“All my life my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.” andre breton” — andre breton Copy Share Image
“Unless you have been inside a sanitarium you do not know that madmen are made there, just as criminals are made in our reformatories.… — André Breton Copy Share Image
A game: say something. Close your eyes and say something. Anything, a number, a name. Like this (she closes her eyes): Two, two what?… — Andre Breton Copy Share Image
Past and future monopolize the poet’s sensory and intellectual faculties, detached from the immediate spectacle. These two philtres become utterly clear the moment one… — Andre Breton Copy Share Image
If I place love above everything, it is because for me it is the most desperate, the most despairing state of affairs imaginable. — Andre Breton Copy Share Image
Surrealism will usher you into death, which is a secret society. It will glove your hand, burying therein the profound M with which the… — Andre Breton Copy Share Image
