My method is simple: not to bother about poetry. It must come of its own accord. Merely whispering its name drives it away.
Jean CocteauIn two weeks, despite these notes, I shall no longer believe in what I am experiencing now. One must leave behind a trace of this journey which memory forgets. One must, when this is impossible, write or draw without responding to the romantic solicitations of pain, without enjoying suffering like music, tieing a pen to one's foot if need be, helping the doctors who can learn nothing from laziness.
Jean CocteauThe world owes its enchantment to these curious creatures and their fancies; but its multiple complicity rejects them. Thistledown spirits, tragic, heartrending in their evanescence, they must go blowing headlong to perdition.
Jean CocteauBe a mere assistant to your unconscious. Do only half the work. The rest will do itself.
Jean Cocteau