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I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.

Jean Cocteau

Elegance ceases to exist when it is noticed.
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Elegant Existence Notice
The public is never pleased with what we do, wanting always a copy of what we have done.
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Imitation Ourselves Public
An artist cannot speak about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture.
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Art Artist Discussion Plant Talk Voice
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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Alcohol Comfortable Drugs Escape Lying Man Moments Myth Seek
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
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
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
When a work appears to be ahead of its time, it is only the time that is behind the work.
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Appearance Deep Perspective Time Work
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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Deep Difference History Illusion Myth Mythology Perspective Reality Truth
Beauty cannot be recognized with a cursory glance.
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Beautiful Curse Recognition
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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Display Disturb Myself Paint Writing
Nothing ever gets anywhere. The earth keeps turning round and gets nowhere. The moment is the only thing that counts.
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Count Earth Moment
Continue reading Proust. His magnificent intelligence is particularly fond of describing stupidity. Which is ultimately exhausting.
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Himself Reading Stupidity
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
My method is simple: not to bother about poetry. It must come of its own accord. Merely whispering its name drives it away.
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Drive Myself Name Poetry Simplicity Wait
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

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