I am not strange. I am just not normal. - Salvador Dalí

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I am not strange. I am just not normal.

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About Salvador Dalí

Salvador Dalí (11 May 1904 – 23 January 1989) was a Spanish surrealist artist, born in Catalonia, Spain. He was a skilled draftsman, best known for the striking and bizarre images in his surrealist work and his exceptional way of life and expression.

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Native Name: Salvador Dalí i Domènech
Alternative Names: Dalí Felip Jacint Domenech Felip Jacint Domènech Salvador Dali Salvador Dali Domenech Salvador Dali i Domenech Salvador Dali y Domenech Salvador Dalm y Domenech Salvador Dalí Domènech Salvador Dalí y Domènech Salvador Domingo Felipe Jacinto Dali y Domenech Salvador Domingo Felipe Jacinto Dalí y Domènech Salvador Felip Jacint Dali Domenech Salvador Felip Jacint Dalí Domènech Salvador Felipe Jacinto Dali Salvador Felipe Jacinto Dali Domenech Salvador Felipe Jacinto Dali y Domenech Salvador Felipe Jacinto Dalí Salvador Felipe Jacinto Dalí Domènech Salvador Felipe Jacinto Dalí y Domènech Salvator Dali Salvator Dalí
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Hay dos clases de fumadores, querida: la de los que fuman para crear un ambiente, una atmósfera para sí mismos y que se hartan tan pronto como lo consiguen; y la de los que fuman, sencillamente, porque están hartos del ambiente. Los primeros pertenecen a la clase de los estetas, a la clase de los que son ligeramente imbéciles, los Orminys; yo pertenezco a la segunda, que es la legítima, que es dogmática sin tapujos.

One morning with Ripolin [French paint] I painted a new-born that I then left to dry on the tennis-court. After two days I found it bristling with ants that made it move to the anesthetized, silent rhythm of sea-urchins. However I at once realized that this newborn child was none other than the pink breast of my girlfriend, being frenetically eaten by the shining, metallic thickness of the phonograph. But it wasn't her breast either: it was little pieces of my cigarette paper nervously grouped around the magnetic topaz of my fiancees ring.

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