Novelist

Jean Cocteau, R. I. P. – Cause of Death, Date of Death, Age at Death

The novelist Jean Cocteau passed away at age 74, this age of death has to be considered respectable. What was the cause of death? Below is all you want to know regarding the death of Jean Cocteau and more!

Biography - A Short Wiki

French writer, artist, poet, and filmmaker best known for his 1929 novel Les Enfants Terribles. He directed the 1930 avant-garde film Blood of a Poet and the 1946 romantic fantasy Beauty and the Beast.

He drove an ambulance in service to the Red Cross during World War I.

He directed an experimental play called La Voix Humaine (The Human Voice), where a woman stands alone on stage speaking into the telephone to a former lover.

How did Jean Cocteau die?

Jean Cocteau's death was caused by heart attack.

Cocteau died of a heart attack at his château in Milly-la-Forêt, Essonne, France, on 11 October 1963 at the age of 74.

Information about the death of Jean Cocteau
Cause of deathHeart Attack
Age of death74 years
ProfessionNovelist
BirthdayJuly 5, 1889
Death dateOctober 11, 1963
Place of deathMilly-la-Forêt, France
Place of burialChapelle Saint-Blaise des Simples, Milly-la-Forêt, France

Quotes by Jean Cocteau

"The actual tragedies of life bear no relation to one's preconceived ideas. In the event, one is always bewildered by their simplicity, their grandeur of design, and by that element of the bizarre which seems inherent in them."

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

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"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."

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"Film will only became an art when its materials are as inexpensive as pencil and paper."

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"The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying."

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