The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. – Jean Cocteau
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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. – Jean Cocteau
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A car can massage organs which no masseur can reach. It is the one remedy for the disorders of the great sympathetic nervous system. – Jean Cocteau
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