My heart’s in my hand, and my hand is pierced, and my hand’s in the bag, and the bag is shut, and my heart is caught.
JEAN GENETThough they may not always be handsome men doomed to evil posses the manly virtues.
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Men endowed with a wild imagination should have, in addition, the great poetic faculty of denying our universe and its values so that they may act upon it with sovereign ease.
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Creation is not a light-hearted game. The creator commits to a terrible adventure, which is to take up-on himself all of the dangers that his creatures run.
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Poetry is the break (or rather the meeting at the breaking point) between the visible and the invisible.
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I give the name violence to a boldness lying idle and enamored of danger.
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Limited by the world, which I oppose, jagged by it, I shall be all the more handsome and sparkling as the angles which wound me and give me shape are more acute and the jagging more cruel.
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I decided to be what crime made of me.
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The vaporish cocaine loosens the contours of their lives and sets their bodies adrift, and so they are untouchable.
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To achieve harmony in bad taste is the height of elegance.
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The despondency that follows makes me feel somewhat like a shipwrecked man who spies a sail, sees himself saved, and suddenly remembers that the lens of his spyglass has a flaw, a blurred spot — the sail he has seen.
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There is a close relationship between flowers and convicts. The fragility and delicacy of the former are of the same nature as the brutal insensitivity of the latter.
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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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Though they may not always be handsome men doomed to evil posses the manly virtues.
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Slowly but surly I want to strip her of every kind of happiness as to make a saint of her.
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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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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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