An artist cannot speak about his art any more than a plant c... - Jean Cocteau

"I believe in luck: how else can you explain the success of those you dislike?"

"Every poem is a coat of arms. It must be deciphered. How much blood, how many tears in exchange for these axes, these muzzles, these unicorns, these torches, these towers, these martlets, these seedlings of stars and these fields of blue!"

"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."

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

"The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying."