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."
"Film will only became an art when its materials are as inexpensive as pencil and paper."
"The poet doesn't invent. He listens."
"I believe in luck: how else can you explain the success of those you dislike?"
"Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious."
"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."