After the writer’s death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.
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French people are Italian people in a bad mood.
More Jean Cocteau Quotes
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After the writer’s death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.
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The dead drug leaves a ghost behind. At certain hours it haunts the house.
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Poetry is a religion without hope. The poet exhausts himself in its service, knowing that, in the long run, a masterpiece is nothing but the performance of a trained dog on very shaky ground.
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Cultivate everything the critics hated in your first work – that’s what makes you unique.
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I feel myself inhabited by a force or being — very little known to me. It gives the orders; I follow.
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Nothing ever gets anywhere. The earth keeps turning round and gets nowhere. The moment is the only thing that counts.
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May the devil himself splatter you with dung.
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The only way to kill death is through photography.
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I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.
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I’ve always preferred mythology to history. History is truth that becomes an illusion. Mythology is an illusion that becomes reality.
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Art produces ugly things which frequently become more beautiful with time. Fashion, on the other hand, produces beautiful things which always become ugly with time.
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An original artist is unable to copy. So he has only to copy in order to be original.
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The job of the poet (a job which can’t be learned) consists of placing those objects of the visible world which have become invisible due to the glue of habit, in an unusual position which strikes the soul and gives them a tragic force.
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Living is a horizontal fall.
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I have lost my seven best friends, which is to say God has had mercy on me seven times without realizing it. He lent a friendship, took it from me, sent me another.
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The extreme limit of wisdom, that’s what the public calls madness.
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