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.
The desire to survive and the fear of death are artistic sentiments.
People love mystery, and that is why they love my paintings.
It is good taste, and good taste alone, that possesses the power to sterilize and is always the first handicap to any creative functioning.
I seated ugliness on my knee, and almost immediately grew tired of it.
The terrifying and edible beauty of Art Nouveau architecture.
We are all hungry and thirsty for concrete images. Abstract art will have been good for one thing: to restore its exact virginity to figurative art.
Life is too short to remain unnoticed.
Democratic societies are unfit for the publication of such thunderous revelations as I am in the habit of making.
I do not understand why, when I ask for grilled lobster in a restaurant, I’m never served a cooked telephone.
The secret of my influence has always been that it remained secret.
The connoisseur does not drink wine but tastes its secrets.
Wars have never hurt anybody except the people who die.
I’m going to live forever. Geniuses don’t die.
If you refuse to study anatomy, the arts of drawing and perspective, the mathematics of aesthetics, and the science of color, let me tell you that this is more a sign of laziness than of genius.
The famous soft watches are nothing else than the tender, extravagant, solitary, paranoic-critical camembert oftime and space.
Man cannot change or escape his time. The eye sees the present and the future.
I am the first to be surprised and often terrified by the images that I see appear on my canvas.
God invented man, and man invented the metric system.
Sometimes I spit on my mother’s portrait for pleasure.