I feel myself inhabited by a force or being — very little known to me. It gives the orders; I follow.
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.
More Jean Cocteau Quotes
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Every day in the mirror I watch death at work.
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We shelter an angel within us. We must be the guardians of that angel.
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Cultivate everything the critics hated in your first work – that’s what makes you unique.
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Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious.
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I have a piece of great and sad news to tell you: I am dead.
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Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie.
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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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Tact in audacity is knowing how far you can go without going too far.
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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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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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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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Silence moves faster when it’s going backward.
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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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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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If a poet has a dream, it is not of becoming famous, but of being believed.
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