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Asking an artist to talk about his work is like asking a plant to discuss horticulture. ↗

— Jean Cocteau

#artist #asking #discuss #his #horticulture

Commissions suit me. They set limits. Jean Marais dared me to write play in which he would not speak in the first act, would weep for joy in the second and in the last would fall backward down a flight of stairs. ↗

— Jean Cocteau

#backward #commissions #dared #down #fall

If it has to choose who is to be crucified, the crowd will always save Barabbas. ↗

— Jean Cocteau

#choose #crowd #crucified #save #who

Mystery has its own mysteries, and there are gods above gods. We have ours, they have theirs. That is what's known as infinity. ↗

— Jean Cocteau

#gods #infinity #known #mysteries #mystery

Silence moves faster when it's going backward. ↗

— Jean Cocteau

#faster #going #moves #silence

Why had peace given place so soon to turmoil? To two separate solitudes? Because peace had been without thought? Without...integrity? How could she have felt like that without love? Was love essential? Did it even exist - the love she had dreamed of her life? If it did, it was too late now for her to find it. Must she make do with this instead, then? Only this? Pleasure without love? ↗

— Mary Balogh

#peace #pleasure #dreams

Everybody started saying, well, this cat's not as dumb as people think he is. ↗

— David Allan Coe

#dumb #everybody #people #saying #started

I never did buy things on credit, I always paid for 'em, because I can't see much difference in paying for something and just waiting a week and pay interest on it; that looks foolish to me. ↗

— Howard Finster

#because #buy #credit #did #difference

I wanted to write an adventure story, not, it's true, I really did. I shall have failed, that's all. Adventures bore me. I have no idea how to talk about countries, how to make people wish they had been there. I am not a good travelling salesman. Countries? Where are they , whatever became of them. When I was twelve I dreamed of Hongkong. That tedious, commonplace little provincial town! Shops sprouting from every nook and cranny! The Chinese junks pictured on the lids of chocolate boxes used to fascinate me. Junks: sort of chopped-off barges, where the housewives do all their cooking and washing on deck. They even have television. As for the Niagara Falls: water, nothing but water! A dam is more interesting; at least one can occasionally see a big crack at its base, and hope for some excitement. When one travels, one sees nothing but hotels. Squalid rooms, with iron bedsteads, and a picture of some kind hanging on the wall from a rusty nail, a coloured print of London Bridge or the Eiffel Tower. One also sees trains, lots of trains, and airports that look like restaurants, and restaurants that look like morgues. All the ports in the world are hemmed in by oil slicks and shabby customs buildings. In the streets of the towns, people keep to the sidewalks, cars stop at red lights. If only one occasionally arrived in a country where women are the colour of steel and men wear owls on their heads. But no, they are sensible, they all have black ties, partings to one side, brassières and stiletto heels. In all the restaurants, when one has finished eating one calls over the individual who has been prowling among the tables, and pays him with a promissory note. There are cigarettes everywhere! There are airplanes and automobiles everywhere. ↗

— J.M.G. Le Clézio

#airplane #airport #automobile #country #hotel

I made a small fortune. I made a lot of money and I made a lot of other people wealthy. ↗

— Jim Cramer

#i #lot #made #money #other