Everything Alters Me, But Nothing Changes Me.

Whatever Happens, My Audience Mustn't Know Whether I Am Spoofing Or Being Serious; And Likewise I Mustn't Know Either. I Am In A Constant Interrogation; When Does The Deep And Philosophically Valid Dali Begin, And Where Does The Looney And Preposterous Dali End?

I Dedicate This Novel To Gala, Who Was Constantly By My Side While I Was Writing It, Who Was The Good Fairy Of My Equilibrium, Who Banished The Salamanders Of My Doubts And Strengthened The Lions Of Certainties.

Every Morning When I Wake Up, I Experience An Exquisite Joy - The Joy Of Being Salvador Dalí - And I Ask Myself In Rapture: What Wonderful Things This Salvador Dalí Is Going To Accomplish Today?

There Is One Thing More Exasperating Than A Spouse Who Can Cook And Won't, And That's A Spouse Who Can't Cook And Will. There Is Only One Difference Between A Madman And Me. I Am Not Mad.

Surrealism Is Destructive, But It Destroys Only What It Considers To Be Shackles Limiting Our Vision.