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I only fear the death of others. For me, true death is that of the people I love.

Jean Cocteau

Youth can only assert itself through the conviction that its ventures surpass all others and resemble nothing.
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Action Appearance Youth
I know that poetry is indispensable, but to what I could not say.
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Myself Poetry Talk
Poetry is a religion without hope. The poet exhausts himself in its service, knowing that, in the long run, a masterpiece is nothing but the performance of a trained dog on very shaky ground.
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Animal Dog Hope Performance Poetry Religion Service Training
The dead drug leaves a ghost behind. At certain hours it haunts the house.
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Death Drugs Ghost Home
Style is a simple way of saying complicated things.
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Complication Simplicity Style Way
It is not I who become addicted, it is my body.
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Addiction Body Oneself
Anything of any importance cannot help but be unrecognizable, since it bears no resemblance to anything already known.
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Help Important Recognition
The joy of the young is to disobey.
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Joy Obey One Liner Young
The artist is a kind of prison from which the works of art escape.
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Artist Escape Kind Prison Work
Art is not a pastime but a priesthood.
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Art Past Religious Time
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
It is excruciating to be an unbeliever with a spirit that is deeply religious.
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Believe Deep Religious Spirit
After the writer’s death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.
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Death Journal Receive Writing
Art is science in the flesh.
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Art Body One Liner Science
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
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

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