There Are Some Days When I Think

The Terrifying And Edible Beauty Of Art Nouveau Architecture.

And Now The Announcement Of Watson And Crick About Dna. This Is For Me The Real Proof Of The Existence Of God.

Eroticism, Hallucinogenic Drugs, Nuclear Science, Gaudi's Gothic Architecture, My Love Of Gold - There Is A Common Denominator In All Of It: God Is Present In Everything. The Same Magic Is At The Heart Of All Things, And All Roads Lead To The Same Revelation: We Are Children Of God, And The Entire Universe Tends Towards The Perfection Of Mankind.

I Dedicate This Novel To Gala, Who Was Constantly By My Side While I Was Writing It, Who Was The Good Fairy Of My Equilibrium, Who Banished The Salamanders Of My Doubts And Strengthened The Lions Of Certainties.

You Know The Worst Thing Is Freedom. Freedom Of Any Kind Is The Worst For Creativity. You Know, Dali Spent Two Months In Jail In Spain, And These Two Months Were The Most Enjoyable And Happy In My Life. Before My Jail Period, I Was Always Nervous, Anxious. I Didn't Know If I Should Make A Drawing, Or Perhaps Make A Poem, Or Go To The Movies Or The Theatre, Or Catch A Girl, Or Play With The Boys. The People Put Me In Jail, And My Life Became Divine. Tremendous!