Quotes About Dali

I used to go to tea at the St. Regis with Dali. I was standing there and Mr. Dali walked over to me and asked if I would like to have tea with him and Truman Capote. Normally if a person would come up to you in a magazine store and ask you to have tea, you'd run, wouldn't you? But I sort of had a feeling that this was legitimate.

I probably have 15 to 20 Dalis in the store. The secret to buying Dali - never buy one made after 1970.

Dali was the great painter then and surrealism was a way of life.

Dali had a good sense of humor - obviously you could tell just looking at him; he was funny.

Inside Yoko's apartment was a world of Dalís, Magrittes, and Egyptian sarcophagi. The shades were shut, blocking the views of Central Park.

I held my breath as Dali sighed, eyes averted as he balanced what was at stake and what it might cost. Pride was his fulcrum, unfairly shifting the weight so that one side had greater force than the other to make a wrong decision more than possible, but likely. We were going to doom the world to another wave of needless violence because of pride, I thought

Dali is like a man who hesitates between talent and genius, or, as one might once have said, between vice and virtue.

And now the announcement of Watson and Crick about DNA. This is for me the real proof of the existence of God.

Dali had a good sense of humor - obviously you could tell just looking at him he was funny.

His past, again like Dali's, had to be mythologised. For, let's face it, his lower-middle-class upbringing was not exactly Angela's Ashes

He has several highly valuable editions that I envy: Doré's Inferno, Dalí's Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, Picasso's Lysistrata

Democratic societies are unfit for the publication of such thunderous revelations as I am in the habit of making.

This grandiose tragedy that we call modern art.

I tried sex once with a woman and it was Gala. It was overated. I tried sex once with a man and that man was the famous juggler Frederico Garcia Lorca. It was very painful.

The difference between me and the surrealists is that I am a surrealist.

Playing Augusta is like playing a Salvador Dali landscape. I expected a clock to fall out of the trees and hit me in the face.

I like Dali and Magritte. I also like the Scottish artist John Byrne, another surrealist.

I do shodo magic," Dali said. "I curse through calligraphy. I have to write the curse out on a piece of paper and I can't move while I do it. One smudge, and I might kill the lot of us." Oh good. "But don't worry." Dali waved her arms. "It's so precise, it usually doesn't work at all." Better and better.

Dali blinked at me. Would you mind making coffee while you're dancing? I smell it on the bottom shelf, either first or second jar on the left. I opened the first jar and looked inside. Coffee. The label said BORAX. What's up with the labels? Dali shrugged. You're in the house of a cat whose job is to spy. He thinks he's clever. I'd be careful with the silverware drawer. There might be a bomb in it.

Hail to the Beast Lord! I waved my spatula for emphasis. Jim spared me an ugly look and turned to Dali.

In order to acquire a growing and lasting respect in society, it is a good thing, if you possess great talent, to give, early in your youth, a very hard kick to the right shin of the society that you love. After that, be a snob.

I am a prostitute. I don't want to know the client. I just want money, lots of money. My seed rises into the glorious eruption of a majestic orgasm when I picture the Divine Dali rolling in money. - Salvador Dalí

You need to neuter him. Otherwise he'll spray all over the house. The stench is awful. And when he isn't out catting around, little female cats in heat will show up and wail under the windows." Kill me, please. "He is a nice cat. He's not like that." "It's instinct, Dali. Before you know it, you'll be running a feline whorehouse.

Consort," I said. "You honor us." "Fuck you," Dali said. "Fuck your shit. I quit." I laughed and reached for a potato.