When we awake it is the animal, the plant, that thinks in us. Primitive thought without the least disguise. We see a… — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
I shall never forget what I saw at the Museum of Modern Art: in a spotless schoolroom, fifty little girls painting away… — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
I feel myself inhabited by a force or being -- very little known to me. It gives the orders; I follow. — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
Mirrors would do well to reflect a little more before sending back images. — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
My little Renoirs. Matisse describes having seen Renoir make these tiny canvases. When he had finished working, he would use up the… — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
What is history after all? History is facts which become lies in the end. — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
Love is mainly an affair of short spasms. If these spasms disappoint us, love dies. It is very seldom that it weathers the experience… — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
I believe in luck: how else can you explain the success of those you dislike? — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
Fight any instinct to be humorless, for humorlessness is the worst of all absurdities. — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
Lying is the only art form that the public sanctions and instinctively prefers to reality. — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
The dead drug leaves a ghost behind. At certain hours it haunts the house. — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
My method is simple: not to bother about poetry. It must come of its own accord. Merely whispering its name drives it away. — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
If a poet has a dream, it is not of becoming famous, but of being believed. — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
