Jean Cocteau

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

The reward of art is not fame or success but intoxication: that is why so many bad artists are unable to give it up.

The greatest masterpiece in literature is only a dictionary out of order.

Most government officials are rushing headlong to solve the problems of 50 years ago, with their ears assailed by the sound of snails whizzing by.

When I was presenting 'Animal Hospital,' the grey started to creep into my beard and moustache. I used my wife's mascara to darken it.

Why do men fight who were born to be brothers?