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After you have written a thing and you reread it, there is always the temptation to fix it up, to improve it, to remove its poison, blunt its sting.

Jean Cocteau

Film will only became an art when its materials are as inexpensive as pencil and paper.
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Artist Cost Material Money Movie
A film is a petrified fountain of thought.
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Fountain Movie One Liner Thinking
All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it.
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Feeling Goodness Motivational Music Mystery Object
If a poet has a dream, it is not of becoming famous, but of being believed.
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Believe Deep Dreams Famous Poet
Elegance ceases to exist when it is noticed.
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Elegant Existence Notice
Wealth is an inborn attitude of mind, like poverty. The pauper who has made his pile may flaunt his spoils, but cannot wear them plausibly.
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Attitude Born Himself Mindset Wealth
I feel myself inhabited by a force or being — very little known to me. It gives the orders; I follow.
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Control Feeling Myself
The ability to laugh heartily is the sign of a healthy soul.
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Ability Health Laughter Sign Soul
Living is a horizontal fall.
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Fall Live One Liner Perspective
Picasso said that everything is a miracle, that it’s a miracle that we don’t dissolve in our baths.
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Funny Magic Miracle Ourselves Water
Such is the role of poetry. It unveils, in the strict sense of the word. It lays bare, under a light which shakes off torpor, the surprising things which surround us and which our senses record mechanically.
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Light Ourselves Poetry Record Role Strict Surprise Word
Everything one does in life, even love, occurs in an express train racing toward death. To smoke opium is to get out of the train while it is still moving. It is to concern oneself with something other than life or death.
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Death Expression Life Love Oneself Training
I only fear the death of others. For me, true death is that of the people I love.
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Death Fear Love Myself People
Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious.
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Art Conscious Deep Marriage Philosophy Spiritual
Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie.
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Children Mad Patience Poet Try
The extreme limit of wisdom, that’s what the public calls madness.
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Call Limitation Public Wisdom

After you have written a thing and you reread it, there is always the temptation to fix it up, to improve it, to remove its poison, blunt its sting.

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