The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking... - Jean Cocteau
"The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying."
"The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying."
"The poet doesn't invent. He listens."
"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."
"I have lost my seven best friends, which is to say God has had mercy on me seven times without realizing it. He lent a friendship, took it from me, sent me another."
"Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious."
"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!"