Surrealism had a great effect on me because then I realised that the imagery in my mind wasn't insanity. Surrealism to me is reality.

When reality looks too ugly, fantasize.

I'm half living my life between reality and fantasy at all times.

Reality can be beaten with enough imagination.

A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality.

I know we make our own reality, and we always have a choice, but how much is preordained? Is there always a fork in the road, and are there two preordained paths that are equally preordained? There could be hundreds of paths where one could go this way or that way -- there's a chance, and it's very strange sometimes.