I love my cats because I love my home, and little by little they become its visible soul. – 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
The joy of youth is to disobey; but the trouble is that there are no longer any orders. – Jean Cocteau
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. – Jean Cocteau
I have the solution to the “problem” of gays in the military: Soldiers who are not afraid of guns, bombs, capture, torture, or death say they are afraid of homosexuals. Clearly, we should not be used as soldiers; we should be used as weapons. – Robert Patrick, Los Angeles, California, letter to the editor, The Advocate, 199