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.
Jean CocteauThe runner stopped dead, lost his balance, froze in one of those violent attitudes in which the photographers petrify living reality.
Jean CocteauWe are in a period of such individualism that one no longer speaks of disciples; one speaks of thieves.
Jean CocteauContinue reading Proust. His magnificent intelligence is particularly fond of describing stupidity. Which is ultimately exhausting.
Jean CocteauOne 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.
Jean CocteauMan 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 CocteauThe audience bursts into laughter. With the tragic gag I don't expect the audience to laugh (if they do, I have failed) but I expect a black silence from them that is almost as violent: as laughter.
Jean CocteauArt produces ugly things which frequently become more beautiful with time. Fashion, on the other hand, produces beautiful things which always become ugly with time.
Jean CocteauEmotion resulting from a work of art is only of value when it is not obtained by sentimental blackmail.
Jean CocteauWealth is an inborn attitude of mind, like poverty. The pauper who has made his pile may flaunt his spoils, but cannot wear them plausibly.
Jean CocteauI 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.
Jean CocteauThe poet Paul รluard says that to understand my film version of Beauty and the Beast, you must love your dog more than your car.
Jean CocteauChildren and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie.
Jean CocteauEverything one does in life, even love, occurs in an express train racing toward death. To smoke opium is to get out of the train while it is still moving. It is to concern oneself with something other than life or death.
Jean CocteauEvery poem is a coat of arms. It must be deciphered. How much blood, how many tears in exchange for these axes, these muzzles, these unicorns, these torches, these towers, these martlets, these seedlings of stars and these fields of blue!
Jean CocteauSince it's now fashionable to laugh at the conservative French Academy, I have remained a rebel by joining it.
Jean CocteauPoetry 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.
Jean CocteauA true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.
Jean CocteauThe job of the poet (a job which can't be learned) consists of placing those objects of the visible world which have become invisible due to the glue of habit, in an unusual position which strikes the soul and gives them a tragic force.
Jean CocteauThere is always a period when a man with a beard shaves it off. This period does not last. He returns headlong to his beard.
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