The greatest masterpiece in literature is only a dictionary out of order.
In Paris, everybody wants to be an actor; nobody is content to be a spectator.
Film will only became an art when its materials are as inexpensive as pencil and paper.
I have a piece of great and sad news to tell you: I am dead.
The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.
The worst tragedy for a poet is to be admired through being misunderstood.
The poet never asks for admiration; he wants to be believed.
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.
The instinct of nearly all societies is to lock up anybody who is truly free. First, society begins by trying to beat you up. If this fails, they try to poison you. If this fails too, the finish by loading honors on your head.
What the public criticizes in you, cultivate. It is you.
One of the characteristics of the dream is that nothing surprises us in it. With no regret, we agree to live in it with strangers, completely cut off from our habits and friends.
Everything one does in life, even love, occurs in an express train racing toward death. To smoke opium is to get out of the train while it is still moving. It is to concern oneself with something other than life or death.
Silence moves faster when it’s going backward.
If it has to choose who is to be crucified, the crowd will always save Barabbas.
The Louvre is a morgue; you go there to identify your friends.