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Lying is the only art form that the public sanctions and instinctively prefers to reality.

Jean Cocteau

We are in a period of such individualism that one no longer speaks of disciples; one speaks of thieves.
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Discipline Oneself Period Talk Theft
Beauty cannot be recognized with a cursory glance.
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Beautiful Curse Recognition
The prettiest dresses are worn to be taken off.
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Beautiful Clothes Sex
Style is a simple way of saying complicated things.
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Complication Simplicity Style Way
When a work appears to be ahead of its time, it is only the time that is behind the work.
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Appearance Deep Perspective Time Work
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
After the writer’s death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.
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Death Journal Receive Writing
The dead drug leaves a ghost behind. At certain hours it haunts the house.
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Death Drugs Ghost Home
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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Display Disturb Myself Paint Writing
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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Character Dreams Friendship Habit Live Regret Stranger Surprise
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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Disappoint Experience Friendship Love Short
It is not I who become addicted, it is my body.
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Addiction Body Oneself
There’s no such thing as love; only proof of love.
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Deep Evidence Love Philosophy
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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Difference Follow Myself Road Room
Every day in the mirror I watch death at work.
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Day Death Mirror Myself Work
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

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