
Sex, Surrealism, Dali and Me: A biography of Salvador Dali

You must build bridges to the mainland and follow me through the invisible passages that join the waking and dream states and lead to the realm where all contradictions reach a hyper-lucidity of irrationality. Dalí has merged the unconscious with the conscious through the submarine of the subconscious.'
Clifford Thurlow • Sex, Surrealism, Dali and Me: A biography of Salvador Dali
There was Captain Peter Moore, a small man, Dalí's business manager, on the end of a lead being led by an ocelot
Clifford Thurlow • Sex, Surrealism, Dali and Me: A biography of Salvador Dali
'Surrealism is not a movement. It is a latent state of mind perceivable through the powers of dream and nightmare. It is a human predisposition. People ask me: What is the difference between the irrational and the surreal and I tell them: the Divine Dalí.'
Clifford Thurlow • Sex, Surrealism, Dali and Me: A biography of Salvador Dali
Amanda Lear was absent. She was your greatest achievement, the boy who became the girl every girl wanted to be and every man desired. She was your very own Frankenstein, but all monsters forsake their master.
Clifford Thurlow • Sex, Surrealism, Dali and Me: A biography of Salvador Dali
'It is the obsession of repetition the Gods take note of.
Clifford Thurlow • Sex, Surrealism, Dali and Me: A biography of Salvador Dali
The Virgin Mary was fourteen when Joseph the Carpenter was already forty. He was a Sugar Daddy.'
Clifford Thurlow • Sex, Surrealism, Dali and Me: A biography of Salvador Dali
we had long admired photographs of Nanita Kalaschnikoff among the world's most wicked and wonderful; we would read about her husband's origins in the Russian nobility, his connection with that awful gun so beloved by terrorists. She was a Princess, a Spanish beauty with an uncanny resemblance to the Bourban monarchs and, in the Court of Salvador Da
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Dalí's favourite metaphor: 'I am a prostitute. I don't want to know the client. I just want my money. I love money. Lots of money. My seed rises into the glorious eruption of a majestic orgasm when I picture the Divine Dalí rolling in a bed of money.'
Clifford Thurlow • Sex, Surrealism, Dali and Me: A biography of Salvador Dali
We journeyed on through the music and smoke, the chatter of conversation, Dalí leading the way with a cane he held like a bishop's sceptre. It had once belonged to Sarah Bernhardt and when it was stolen he missed it like the limb the great tragedienne had amputated. 'After they cut off her leg she kept performing her act. Genius is subtle. We find
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