In Paris, everybody wants to be an actor; nobody is content to be a spectator.
Jean Cocteau
The actual tragedies of life bear no relation to one's preconceived ideas. In the event, one is always bewildered by their simplicity, their grandeur of design, and by that element of the bizzare which seems inherent in them.
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Art produces ugly things which frequently become more beautiful with time. Fashion, on the other hand, produces beautiful things which always become ugly with time.
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We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don't like
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The extreme limit of wisdomthat is what the public calls madness.
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A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.
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Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie.
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The poet doesn't invent. He listens.
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Mirrors should reflect a little before throwing back images.
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Nothing ever gets anywhere. The earth keeps turning round and round and gets nowhere. The moment is the only thing that counts.
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Commissions suit me. They set limits. Jean Marais dared me to write play in which he would not speak in the first act, would weep for joy in the second and in the last would fall backward down a flight of stairs.
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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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I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.
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An artist cannot speak about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture.
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Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious.
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