Jean Cocteau

A film is a petrified fountain of thought…

The actual tragedies of life bear no relation to one’s preconceived ideas. In the event…

The reward of art is not fame or success but intoxication: that is why so…

The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me…

Everything one does in life, even love, occurs in an express train racing toward death…

The instinct of nearly all societies is to lock up anybody who is truly free…

Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward…

After the writer’s death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter…

I have a piece of great and sad news to tell you: I am dead…

Emotion resulting from a work of art is only of value when it is not…

Poetry is indispensable – if I only knew what for…

I have lost my seven best friends, which is to say God has had mercy…

We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those…

Art produces ugly things which frequently become more beautiful with time. Fashion, on the other…