After you have written a thing and you reread it, there is always the temptation to fix it up, to improve it, to remove its poison, blunt its sting.
JEAN COCTEAUAfter you have written a thing and you reread it, there is always the temptation to fix it up, to improve it, to remove its poison, blunt its sting.
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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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We are in a period of such individualism that one no longer speaks of disciples; one speaks of thieves.
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An original artist is unable to copy. So he has only to copy in order to be original.
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A film is a petrified fountain of thought.
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Mirrors should think longer before they reflect.
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Love is mainly an affair of short spasms. If these spasms disappoint us, love dies. It is very seldom that it weathers the experience and becomes friendship.
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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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One of the characteristics of the dream is that nothing surprises us in it. With no regret, we agree to live in it with strangers, completely cut off from our habits and friends.
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May the devil himself splatter you with dung.
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Fight any instinct to be humorless, for humorlessness is the worst of all absurdities.
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The speed of a runaway horse counts for nothing.
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Cultivate everything the critics hated in your first work – that’s what makes you unique.
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We shelter an angel within us. We must be the guardians of that angel.
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A true photographer is as rare as a true poet or a true painter.
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Tact in audacity is knowing how far you can go without going too far.
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