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More Quotes by Louis Aragon
It sometimes happens that pleasure blows anywhere it damn well chooses.
Love is made by two people, in different kinds of solitude. It can be in a crowd, but in an oblivious crowd.
What on earth is modern exegesis up to? Oh, little lazy one! Some red wine and up! Off you go, brandishing your fork, stripped of Ophelia's useless ornaments, fire in your large nostrils, out to rake the muck of metaphors.
There are strange flowers of reason to match each error of the senses. Admirable gardens of absurd beliefs, forebodings, obsessions and frenzies. Unknown, ever-changing gods take shape there.
The painting of tomorrow will use the photographic eye as it has used the human eye.
We know that the nature of genius is to provide idiots with ideas twenty years later.
For each man there awaits a particular image capable of annihilating the entire universe.
Your imagination, my dear fellow, is worth more than you imagine.
Reality is the apparent absence of contradiction. The marvelous is the eruption of contradiction within the real.
There are strange flowers of reason to match each error of the senses.