Lying is the only art form that the public sanctions and instinctively prefers to reality. — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
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
History is a combination of reality and lies. The reality of History becomes a lie. The unreality of the fable becomes the… — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
The spirit of creation is the spirit of contradiction. It is the breakthrough of appearances toward an unknown reality. — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
A picture is not a window...an abstract refers to no reality but its own. — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
I've always preferred mythology to history. History is truth that becomes an illusion. Mythology is an illusion that becomes reality. — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
The runner stopped dead, lost his balance, froze in one of those violent attitudes in which the photographers petrify living reality. — 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
