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It is not I who become addicted, it is my body.

Jean Cocteau

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.
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Alcohol Comfortable Drugs Escape Lying Man Moments Myth Seek
Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live.
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Death Live Myself Teaching Try
After the writer’s death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.
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Death Journal Receive Writing
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
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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Attitude Born Himself Mindset Wealth
Nothing ever gets anywhere. The earth keeps turning round and gets nowhere. The moment is the only thing that counts.
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Count Earth Moment
Do as the beautiful woman: see to your figure and your petticoats. Though, of course, I am not speaking literally.
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Beautiful Myself See Talk Woman
An original artist is unable to copy. So he has only to copy in order to be original.
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Artist Copy Job Order Original
All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it.
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Feeling Goodness Motivational Music Mystery Object
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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Death Mirror See Yourself
Art produces ugly things which frequently become more beautiful with time. Fashion, on the other hand, produces beautiful things which always become ugly with time.
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Art Beautiful Fashion Hands Production Time Ugly
French people are Italian people in a bad mood.
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Attitude Bad Identity Mood People Personality
The eyes of the dead are closed gently; we also have to open gently the eyes of the living.
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Death Eyes Live
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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Best Friendship God Lost Mercy Myself
Since these mysteries exceed my grasp, I shall pretend to have organized them.
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Myself Mystery Organization Pretend
Mirrors should think longer before they reflect.
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Deep Mirror One Liner Reflection Thinking

It is not I who become addicted, it is my body.

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