Since these mysteries exceed my grasp, I shall pretend to have organized them.
JEAN COCTEAUArt is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious.
More Jean Cocteau Quotes
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A film is a petrified fountain of thought.
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I have not looked at a newspaper in twenty years; if one is brought into the room, I flee. This is not because I am indifferent but because one cannot follow every road.
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Film will only became an art when its materials are as inexpensive as pencil and paper.
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We shelter an angel within us. We must be the guardians of that angel.
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Never do what a specialist can do better. Discover your own specialty. Do not despair if your specialty appears to be more delicate, a lesser thing. Make up in finesse what you lose in force.
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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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Picasso said that everything is a miracle, that it’s a miracle that we don’t dissolve in our baths.
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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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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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Continue reading Proust. His magnificent intelligence is particularly fond of describing stupidity. Which is ultimately exhausting.
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One must not mistake majority for truth.
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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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All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it.
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The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.
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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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