Salvador Dali Quotes

Songwriting is a mystery. And it's a mystery to me that it's a mystery. But that sounds stupid.

Who knows, maybe I am simply a talented architect?

Sometimes my art is just an illusion - or is it?

What is called a sincere work is one that is endowed with enough strength to give reality to an illusion.

I liked the idea of having actual magic performed as stage magic, so you could assume that it was just a trick, that something is all smoke and mirrors, but there's that, like, feeling at the back of your mind: What if it's not?

Ke$ha is her art; there is no curtain you peel back to find the real person. And with Ke$ha, you never know what to expect when you're in the studio.

A rapper is about being completely true to yourself. Being an actor is about changing who you are.

In theater, blood is ketchup; in performance, everything's real.

I never quite know if what I do will be understood.

People would say to me, 'Who do you want to be as an artist?' And I would just look at them because I didn't know.

If you're going to pretend to be somebody you're not - which is the whole point of being a rock star - then why not just invent fake characters and have them do it all for you?

Artifice is art.

The circus allows one to be logical and unreal at the same time. In the circus, all is possible: there can be a man with two heads or a character with a green face.

Real talent is mixing realism with bluff. Every great artist I really respect has a certain amount of bluff; sooner or later you have to be a conjurer, and conjure images.

I always talk about if you want to be an artist, you have to be authentic because people can tell bullshit a mile away. There is nothing wrong with creating a character, standing behind that character, and that being an authentic performance piece, because that's a piece of art as well. But if you want to be an artist in any form, you have to know to come with it.

The more you play it the less you know about it.

…I seemed to be lying neither asleep nor awake looking down a long corridor of gray half light where all stable things had become shadowy paradoxical all I had done shadows all I had felt suffered taking visible form antic and perverse mocking without relevance inherent themselves with the denial of the significance they should have affirmed thinking I was I was not who was not was not who.

You know what ART stands for? Above Real Truth.

And nothing is, but what is not.

Until I know this sure uncertainty, I'll entertain the offered fallacy.

Things are not what they appear to be: nor are they otherwise.

What if everything in the world were a misunderstanding, what if laughter were really tears?

Nothing is wholly obvious without becoming enigmatic. Reality itself is too obvious to be true .

The mystery lies in the irrationality by which you make appearance - if it is not irrational, you make illustration.

Art is not only the desire to tell one's secret; it is the desire to tell it and hide it at the same time.