The artist is a kind of prison from which the works of art escape.
JEAN COCTEAUA film is a petrified fountain of thought.
More Jean Cocteau Quotes
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All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it.
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The eyes of the dead are closed gently; we also have to open gently the eyes of the living.
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Listen carefully to first criticisms made of your work. Note just what it is about your work that critics don’t like – then cultivate it. That’s the only part of your work that’s individual and worth keeping.
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The public is never pleased with what we do, wanting always a copy of what we have done.
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The ability to laugh heartily is the sign of a healthy soul.
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The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.
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If it has to choose who is to be crucified, the crowd will always save Barabbas.
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And now I have to confess the unpardonable and the scandalous. I am a happy man. And I am going to tell you the secret of my happiness. It is quite simple. I love mankind. I love love. I hate hate. I try to understand and accept.
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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 feel myself inhabited by a force or being — very little known to me. It gives the orders; I follow.
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One must not mistake majority for truth.
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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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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 dead drug leaves a ghost behind. At certain hours it haunts the house.
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Poetry, being elegance itself, cannot hope to achieve visibility… It insists on living its own life.
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