Man seeks to escape himself in myth, and does so by any means at his disposal. Drugs, alcohol, or lies. Unable to withdraw into himself, he disguises himself. Lies and inaccuracy give him a few moments of comfort.
JEAN COCTEAUSince these mysteries exceed my grasp, I shall pretend to have organized them.
More Jean Cocteau Quotes
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Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.
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Anything of any importance cannot help but be unrecognizable, since it bears no resemblance to anything already known.
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When I write, I disturb. When I show a film, I disturb. When I exhibit my painting, I disturb, and I disturb if I don’t. I have a knack for disturbing.
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We are in a period of such individualism that one no longer speaks of disciples; one speaks of thieves.
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You have comfort. You don’t have luxury. And don’t tell me that money plays a part. The luxury I advocate has nothing to do with money. It cannot be bought. It is the reward of those who have NO Fear or Discomfort.
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When a work appears to be ahead of its time, it is only the time that is behind the work.
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Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie.
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The extreme limit of wisdom, that’s what the public calls madness.
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It is difficult to live without opium after having known it because it is difficult, after knowing opium, to take earth seriously. And unless one is a saint, it is difficult to live without taking earth seriously.
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The ability to laugh heartily is the sign of a healthy soul.
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Youth is certain what it rejects before it knows what it will accept.
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A film is a petrified fountain of thought.
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Appreciation of art is a moral erection, otherwise mere dilettantism.
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It is not I who become addicted, it is my body.
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We shelter an angel within us. We must be the guardians of that angel.
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