read my lips

Fragment of Jean Cocteau‘s diary

eternautismos:

Time does not exist. It is a phenomenon of perspective. So we always have time. Impatience is stupidity. Hard for the youth to struggle against it. Then, “the less time one has,“ the more one knows the feeling of having time. Picasso was right. It takes a man a very long time to grow young. I feel younger than when I was young. Feerer, less greedy, less hurried.