The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth. – Jean Cocteau
I love my cats because I love my home, and little by little they become its visible soul. – Jean Cocteau

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth. – Jean Cocteau
I love my cats because I love my home, and little by little they become its visible soul. – Jean Cocteau
The extreme limit of wisdom, thats what the public calls madness. – Jean Cocteau
Man seeks to escape himself in myth, and does so by any means at his disposal. Drugs, alcohol, or lies. Unable to withdraw into himself, he disguises himself. Lies and inaccuracy give him a few moments of comfort. – Jean Cocteau
While also, importantly, not wanting to dumb it down or pretend the days of difficult poetry are over, because we live in a pluralist culture and theres room for difficult poetry alongside rap and everything else. And poetry wont be for everyone, but everyone should have the choice. – Andrew Motion