Poetry, being elegance itself, cannot hope to achieve visibility… It insists on living its own life.
JEAN COCTEAUI’ve always preferred mythology to history. History is truth that becomes an illusion. Mythology is an illusion that becomes reality.
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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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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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I have seafoam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.
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The ability to laugh heartily is the sign of a healthy soul.
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French people are Italian people in a bad mood.
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Living is a horizontal fall.
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Wealth is an inborn attitude of mind, like poverty. The pauper who has made his pile may flaunt his spoils, but cannot wear them plausibly.
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All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it.
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One must not mistake majority for truth.
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A true photographer is as rare as a true poet or a true painter.
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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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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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Film will only became an art when its materials are as inexpensive as pencil and paper.
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Art produces ugly things which frequently become more beautiful with time. Fashion, on the other hand, produces beautiful things which always become ugly with time.
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Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live.
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