I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.
JEAN COCTEAUMy method is simple: not to bother about poetry. It must come of its own accord. Merely whispering its name drives it away.
More Jean Cocteau Quotes
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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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Continue reading Proust. His magnificent intelligence is particularly fond of describing stupidity. Which is ultimately exhausting.
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If it has to choose who is to be crucified, the crowd will always save Barabbas.
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One must not mistake majority for truth.
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Youth is certain what it rejects before it knows what it will accept.
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The ability to laugh heartily is the sign of a healthy soul.
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Youth can only assert itself through the conviction that its ventures surpass all others and resemble nothing.
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We shelter an angel within us. We must be the guardians of that angel.
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Film will only became an art when its materials are as inexpensive as pencil and paper.
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Style is a simple way of saying complicated things.
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Poetry, being elegance itself, cannot hope to achieve visibility… It insists on living its own life.
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And now I have to confess the unpardonable and the scandalous. I am a happy man. And I am going to tell you the secret of my happiness. It is quite simple. I love mankind. I love love. I hate hate. I try to understand and accept.
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The artist is a kind of prison from which the works of art escape.
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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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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.
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