The dead drug leaves a ghost behind. At certain hours it haunts the house.
JEAN COCTEAUFight any instinct to be humorless, for humorlessness is the worst of all absurdities.
More Jean Cocteau Quotes
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The poet, by composing poems, uses a language that is neither dead nor living, that few people speak, and few people understand We are the servants of an unknown force that lives within us, manipulates us, and dictates this language to us.
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Whatever the world condemns you for, make it your own. It is yourself.
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We shelter an angel within us. We must be the guardians of that angel.
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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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Nothing ever gets anywhere. The earth keeps turning round and gets nowhere. The moment is the only thing that counts.
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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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The artist is a kind of prison from which the works of art escape.
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Art is not a pastime but a priesthood.
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Youth can only assert itself through the conviction that its ventures surpass all others and resemble nothing.
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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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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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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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Poetry, being elegance itself, cannot hope to achieve visibility… It insists on living its own life.
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The only way to kill death is through photography.
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