After the writers death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter. – Jean Cocteau
I believe in luck: how else can you explain the success of those you dislike? – Jean Cocteau

After the writers death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter. – Jean Cocteau
I believe in luck: how else can you explain the success of those you dislike? – Jean Cocteau
I feel that there is an angel inside me whom I am constantly shocking. – Jean Cocteau
Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live. – Jean Cocteau