Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.
Jean CocteauCultivate everything the critics hated in your first work - that's what makes you unique.
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 Cocteau