The main object of a revolution is the liberation of man… not the interpretation and application of some transcendental ideology.
JEAN GENETBeauty is the projection of ugliness and by developing certain monstrosities we obtain the purest ornaments.
More Jean Genet Quotes
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Solitude, as I understand it, does not signify an unhappy state, but rather secret royalty, profound incommunicability yet a more or less obscure knowledge of an invulnerable singularity.
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I give the name violence to a boldness lying idle and enamored of danger.
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Prisons! Prisons! Prisons, dungeons, blessed places where evil is impossible since they are the crossroads of all the malediction in the world. One cannot commit evil in evil.
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When we see life, we call it beautiful. When we see death, we call it ugly. But it is more beautiful still to see oneself living at great speed, right up to the moment of death.
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The pimp has a grin, never a smile.
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Love makes use of the worst traps. The least noble. The rarest. It exploits coincidence.
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Crimes of which a people is ashamed constitute its real history. The same is true of man.
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Power may be at the end of a gun, but sometimes it’s also at the end of the shadow or the image of a gun.
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I’m homosexual. How and why are idle questions. It’s a little like wanting to know why my eyes are green.
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Added to the moral solitude of the murderer comes the solitude of the artist, which can acknowledge no authority, save that of another artist.
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One can hear all that’s going on in the street. Which means that from the street one can hear what’s going on in this house.
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There is a close relationship between flowers and convicts.
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There are mornings when all men experience with fatigue a flush of tenderness that makes them horny.
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By stretching language we’ll distort it sufficiently to wrap ourselves in it and hide.
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What I did not yet know so intensely was the hatred of the white American for the black, a hatred so deep that I wonder if every white man in this country, when he plants a tree, doesn’t see Negroes hanging from its branches.
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