To achieve harmony in bad taste is the height of elegance.
JEAN GENETLimited 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.
More Jean Genet Quotes
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The time for reasoning is past; now’s the time to get steamed up and fight like mad.
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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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By stretching language we’ll distort it sufficiently to wrap ourselves in it and hide.
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It’s a true image, born of a false spectacle.
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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 main object of a revolution is the liberation of man… not the interpretation and application of some transcendental ideology.
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I don’t want to disappear.
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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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Worse than not realizing the dreams of your youth, would be to have been young and never dreamed at all.
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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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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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There are mornings when all men experience with fatigue a flush of tenderness that makes them horny.
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There is a close relationship between flowers and convicts.
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Perhaps all music, even the newest, is not so much something discovered as something that re-emerges from where it lay buried in the memory, inaudible as a melody cut in a disc of flesh. A composer lets me hear a song that has always been shut up silent within me.
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