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Anyone who hasn’t experienced the ecstasy of betrayal knows nothing about ecstasy at all.

Jean Genet

Anyone who knows a strange fact shares in its singularity.
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Anyone who hasn’t experienced the ecstasy of betrayal knows nothing about ecstasy at all.
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Betrayal Experience Happiness
To achieve harmony in bad taste is the height of elegance.
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Achievement Bad Happiness Harmony Taste
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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Greatness Imagination Man Universe Wild
They spent their time doing nothing… they let intimacy fuse them.
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Fuse Intimacy Time
Erotic play discloses a nameless world which is revealed by the nocturnal language of lovers. Such language is not written down. It is whispered into the ear at night in a hoarse voice. At dawn it is forgotten.
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Dawn Language Morning Name Play Reveal Voice Whisper
Betrayal is beautiful.
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Beautiful Betrayal One Liner
Though they may not always be handsome men doomed to evil posses the manly virtues.
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Appearance Handsome Men Virtue
There are mornings when all men experience with fatigue a flush of tenderness that makes them horny.
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Experience Horny Morning
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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Acknowledgement Artist Moral Murder Save Solitude
By stretching language we’ll distort it sufficiently to wrap ourselves in it and hide.
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Hide Language Ourselves Stretch Wrap
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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Feeling Flaw Follow Himself Man Remember Save
It’s the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.
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Break Day Let Go Myself Night
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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Beautiful Death Life Moments See
I give the name violence to a boldness lying idle and enamored of danger.
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Bold Dangerous Lying Name Violence
Would Hamlet have felt the delicious fascination of suicide if he hadn’t had an audience, and lines to speak?
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Audience Delicious Fascination Talk

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