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You’ve never seen death? Look in the mirror every day and you will see it like bees working in a glass hive.

Jean Cocteau

The prettiest dresses are worn to be taken off.
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Beautiful Clothes Sex
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
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.
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Beginning Born Death Deep Life Myself Perspective Rush Walk
The joy of the young is to disobey.
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Joy Obey One Liner Young
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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Death Expression Life Love Oneself Training
Style is a simple way of saying complicated things.
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Complication Simplicity Style Way
Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live.
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Death Live Myself Teaching Try
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
Mystery has its own mysteries, and there are gods above gods. We have ours, they have theirs. That is what’s known as infinity.
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Forever God Infinity Mystery Ourselves
I have a piece of great and sad news to tell you: I am dead.
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Death Greatness Media Myself News Pieces Sad Yourself
If it has to choose who is to be crucified, the crowd will always save Barabbas.
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Choice Death Kill Option Save Torture
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
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.
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Himself Poet Rose True
Continue reading Proust. His magnificent intelligence is particularly fond of describing stupidity. Which is ultimately exhausting.
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Himself Reading Stupidity
We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don’t like?
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Believe Explanation Luck
Mirrors should reflect a little before throwing back images.
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Image Mirror Reflection
Do as the beautiful woman: see to your figure and your petticoats. Though, of course, I am not speaking literally.
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Beautiful Myself See Talk Woman
Art is science in the flesh.
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Art Body One Liner Science
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
Such is the role of poetry. It unveils, in the strict sense of the word. It lays bare, under a light which shakes off torpor, the surprising things which surround us and which our senses record mechanically.
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Light Ourselves Poetry Record Role Strict Surprise Word
Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie.
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Children Mad Patience Poet Try
The eyes of the dead are closed gently; we also have to open gently the eyes of the living.
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Death Eyes Live
There’s no such thing as love; only proof of love.
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Deep Evidence Love Philosophy
You have comfort. You don’t have luxury. And don’t tell me that money plays a part. The luxury I advocate has nothing to do with money. It cannot be bought. It is the reward of those who have NO Fear or Discomfort.
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Comfortable Fear Luxury Money Play Reward
Youth is certain what it rejects before it knows what it will accept.
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Acceptance Rejection Youth
Living is a horizontal fall.
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Fall Live One Liner Perspective
Picasso said that everything is a miracle, that it’s a miracle that we don’t dissolve in our baths.
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Funny Magic Miracle Ourselves Water

You’ve never seen death? Look in the mirror every day and you will see it like bees working in a glass hive.

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