Luis Bunuel's Two Semishort Surrealist Hand Grenades

If Someone Were To Tell Me I Had Twenty Years Left, And Ask Me How I'd Like To Spend Them, I'd Reply 'give Me Two Hours A Day Of Activity, And I'll Take The Other Twenty-two In Dreams.'

A Paranoiac, Like A Poet, Is Born, Not Made.

You Have To Begin To Lose Your Memory, If Only In Bits And Pieces, To Realize That Memory Is What Makes Our Lives. Life Without Memory Is No Life At All... Our Memory Is Our Coherence, Our Reason, Our Feeling, Even Our Action. Without It We Are Nothing.

If The Devil Were To Offer Me A Resurgence Of What Is Commonly Called Virility, I'd Decline. ''just Keep My Liver And Lungs In Good Working Order,'' I'd Reply, ''so I Can Go On Drinking And Smoking!''

I Can Only Wait For The Final Amnesia, The One That Can Erase An Entire Life.