The Louver is a morgue; you go there to identify your friends. – Jean Cocteau
The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. – Jean Cocteau
The Louver is a morgue; you go there to identify your friends. – Jean Cocteau
The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. – Jean Cocteau
I feel that there is an angel inside me whom I am constantly shocking. – Jean Cocteau