Jean Cocteau Quotes

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The trouble about the Académie is that by the time they get around to electing us to a seat, we really need a bed.

Jean Cocteau
Look out! Be on your guard, because alone of all the arts, music moves all around you.

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One 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.

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If a hermit lives in a state of ecstasy, his lack of comfort becomes the height of comfort. He must relinquish it.

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An original artist is unable to copy. So he has only to copy in order to be original.

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Anything of any importance cannot help but be unrecognizable, since it bears no resemblance to anything already known.

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Love is mainly an affair of short spasms. If these spasms disappoint us, love dies. It is very seldom that it weathers the experience and becomes friendship.

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The eyes of the dead are closed gently; we also have to open gently the eyes of the living.

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And now I have to confess the unpardonable and the scandalous. I am a happy man. And I am going to tell you the secret of my happiness. It is quite simple. I love mankind. I love love. I hate hate. I try to understand and accept.

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Enough of clouds, waves, aquariums, water-sprites and nocturnal scents; what we need is music of the earth, everyday music..music one can live in like a house.

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My little Renoirs. Matisse describes having seen Renoir make these tiny canvases. When he had finished working, he would use up the color left in his brushes on them.

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Keep braiding one's wavelengths back into oneself. That way they gain all the more external power and surround us with a huge affective and protective zone. Don't talk about this. Never talk about our secret methods. If we talk about them, they stop working.

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In exiling myself I am not exiling a monster, but a man whom society will not allow to live, since it considers one of the mysterious cogs in God's masterpiece to be a mistake.

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