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.
JEAN COCTEAUSuch 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.
More Jean Cocteau Quotes
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Living is a horizontal fall.
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I have a piece of great and sad news to tell you: I am dead.
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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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Art is science in the flesh.
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The prettiest dresses are worn to be taken off.
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I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.
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A film is a petrified fountain of thought.
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Film will only became an art when its materials are as inexpensive as pencil and paper.
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Lying is the only art form that the public sanctions and instinctively prefers to reality.
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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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It is difficult to live without opium after having known it because it is difficult, after knowing opium, to take earth seriously. And unless one is a saint, it is difficult to live without taking earth seriously.
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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.
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Mirrors should reflect a little before throwing back images.
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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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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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