The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. – Jean Cocteau
Youve never seen death? Look in the mirror every day and you will see it like bees working in a glass hive. – Jean Cocteau
The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. – Jean Cocteau
Youve never seen death? Look in the mirror every day and you will see it like bees working in a glass hive. – Jean Cocteau
Film will only became an art when its materials are as inexpensive as pencil and paper. – Jean Cocteau
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. – Jean Cocteau