If it has to choose who is to be crucified, the crowd will always save Barabbas.
JEAN COCTEAUWhen 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.
More Jean Cocteau Quotes
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Cultivate everything the critics hated in your first work – that’s what makes you unique.
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One of the characteristics of the dream is that nothing surprises us in it. With no regret, we agree to live in it with strangers, completely cut off from our habits and friends.
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I’ve always preferred mythology to history. History is truth that becomes an illusion. Mythology is an illusion that becomes reality.
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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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Living is a horizontal fall.
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I have lost my seven best friends, which is to say God has had mercy on me seven times without realizing it. He lent a friendship, took it from me, sent me another.
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I feel myself inhabited by a force or being — very little known to me. It gives the orders; I follow.
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Poetry is indispensable – if I only knew what for.
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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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The reward of art is not fame or success but intoxication: that is why so many bad artists are unable to give it up.
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Not only should you not accept a prize. You should not try to deserve one either.
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Beauty cannot be recognized with a cursory glance.
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May the devil himself splatter you with dung.
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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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Continue reading Proust. His magnificent intelligence is particularly fond of describing stupidity. Which is ultimately exhausting.
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