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The reward of art is not fame or success but intoxication: that is why so many bad artists are unable to give it up.

Jean Cocteau

May the devil himself splatter you with dung.
JEAN COCTEAU

Devil Dirty Yourself
Not only should you not accept a prize. You should not try to deserve one either.
JEAN COCTEAU

Acceptance Deserve Oneself Reward Yourself
Lying is the only art form that the public sanctions and instinctively prefers to reality.
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Art Lying Preference Reality
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
Youth is certain what it rejects before it knows what it will accept.
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Acceptance Rejection Youth
Tact in audacity is knowing how far you can go without going too far.
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Audacity Far Journey Yourself
Youth can only assert itself through the conviction that its ventures surpass all others and resemble nothing.
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Action Appearance Youth
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
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
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
Continue reading Proust. His magnificent intelligence is particularly fond of describing stupidity. Which is ultimately exhausting.
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Himself Reading Stupidity
Living is a horizontal fall.
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Fall Live One Liner Perspective
I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.
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Animal Cat Enjoyment Home Love Myself Soul Visible
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
Beauty cannot be recognized with a cursory glance.
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Beautiful Curse Recognition
We shelter an angel within us. We must be the guardians of that angel.
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Angel Home Protection Shelter

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