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 COCTEAUPicasso said that everything is a miracle, that it’s a miracle that we don’t dissolve in our baths.
More Jean Cocteau Quotes
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French people are Italian people in a bad mood.
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Love is mainly an affair of short spasms. If these spasms disappoint us, love dies. It is very seldom that it weathers the experience and becomes friendship.
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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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Poetry, being elegance itself, cannot hope to achieve visibility… It insists on living its own life.
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An original artist is unable to copy. So he has only to copy in order to be original.
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I have not looked at a newspaper in twenty years; if one is brought into the room, I flee. This is not because I am indifferent but because one cannot follow every road.
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The prettiest dresses are worn to be taken off.
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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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Since these mysteries exceed my grasp, I shall pretend to have organized them.
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If a poet has a dream, it is not of becoming famous, but of being believed.
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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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I only fear the death of others. For me, true death is that of the people I love.
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Poetry is a religion with no hope.
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Lying is the only art form that the public sanctions and instinctively prefers to reality.
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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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