Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. – Jean Cocteau
After the writers death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter. – Jean Cocteau

Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. – Jean Cocteau
After the writers death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter. – Jean Cocteau
We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we dont like? – Jean Cocteau