The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. – Jean Cocteau
I believe in luck: how else can you explain the success of those you dislike? – Jean Cocteau
The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. – Jean Cocteau
I believe in luck: how else can you explain the success of those you dislike? – Jean Cocteau
Every poem is a coat of arms. It must be deciphered. How much blood, how many tears in exchange for these axes, these muzzles, these unicorns, these torches, these towers, these martlets, these seedlings of stars and these fields of blue! – Jean Cocteau
I love cats because I enjoy my home and little by little, they become its visible soul. – Jean Cocteau