I paint what cannot be photographed, that which comes from the imagination or from dreams, or from an unconscious drive. I photograph the things that I do not wish to paint, the things which already have an existence.

[In New York, still charmed by Post-Impressionism and puzzled by Cubism, Duchamp and others took on the art establishment as a way of holding up a mirror to modern society.] Cher Tzara, ... Dada cannot live in New York. All New York is dada, and will not tolerate a rival.

It has never been my object to record my dreams, just to realize them.

Don't put my name on it. These are simply documents I make.

Of course, there will always be those who look only at technique, who ask 'how', while others of a more curious nature will ask 'why'. Personally, I have always preferred inspiration to information.

One of the satisfactions of a genius is his will-power and obstinacy.