More Quotes by Louis Aragon
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.
I have no friends, there are only people I love.
There are other relations besides reality, which the mind is capable of grasping and which also are primary, like chance, illusion, the fantastic, the dream.
The painting of tomorrow will use the photographic eye as it has used the human eye.
Language was not given to man: he seized it.
Yes, I read. I have that absurd habit. I like beautiful poems, moving poetry, and all the beyond of that poetry. I am extraordinarily sensitive to those poor, marvelous words left in our dark night by a few men I never knew.
Photography intervenes in a very strange way. It makes the streets, gates, squares of the city into illustrations of a trashy novel, draws off the banal obviousness of this ancient architecture to inject it with the most pristine intensity.
Reality is the apparent absence of contradiction. The marvelous is the eruption of contradiction within the real.
For each man there awaits a particular image capable of annihilating the entire universe.
Geniuses are like ocean liners: they should never meet.
