We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don’t like?
JEAN COCTEAUPicasso said that everything is a miracle, that it’s a miracle that we don’t dissolve in our baths.
More Jean Cocteau Quotes
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The artist is a kind of prison from which the works of art escape.
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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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Film will only became an art when its materials are as inexpensive as pencil and paper.
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If it has to choose who is to be crucified, the crowd will always save Barabbas.
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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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Continue reading Proust. His magnificent intelligence is particularly fond of describing stupidity. Which is ultimately exhausting.
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Whatever the world condemns you for, make it your own. It is yourself.
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Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious.
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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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Anything of any importance cannot help but be unrecognizable, since it bears no resemblance to anything already known.
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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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After the writer’s death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.
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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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It is not I who become addicted, it is my body.
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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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