Everything one does in life, even love, occurs in an express train racing toward death. To smoke opium is to get out of the train while it is still moving. It is to concern oneself with something other than life or death. – Jean Cocteau
An artist cannot speak about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture. – Jean Cocteau
I feel that there is an angel inside me whom I am constantly shocking. – Jean Cocteau
I love going to Africa and stuff. I love going anywhere, really, but Ive been to Africa a bunch of times and its just a beautiful place that needs help, obviously, but helping people that are really thankful is really easy to do. And the people out there always seem so thankful. – Kris Allen