I myself shall continue living in my glass house where you can always see who comes to call, where everything hanging from the the ceiling and on the walls stays where it is as if by magic, where I sleep… — 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. Is there anything more detestable than these systems of so-called social conservation which, for a peccadillo, some initial and exterior rejection of respectability or common sense, hurl an individual among others whose association can only be… — André Breton Copy Share
A game: say something. Close your eyes and say something. Anything, a number, a name. Like this (she closes her eyes): Two, two what? Two women. What do they look like? Wearing black. Where are they? In a park. . . . And then, what are they doing? Try it, it's so easy, why don't you want to play? You… — Andre Breton Copy Share
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
