Sometimes I spit on my mother's portrait for pleasure. - Salvador Dali

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I don't believe in director's cuts where you make things longer. The coolest thing was when the Coen brothers did a director's cut of 'Blood Simple,' and they made it shorter.

Salvador Dali

Sometimes I spit on my mother's portrait for pleasure.

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Intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings.

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A true artist is not one who is inspired, but one who inspires others.

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There is only one difference between a madman and me. The madman thinks he is sane. I know I am mad.

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Everything alters me, but nothing changes me.

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