Slowly but surly I want to strip her of every kind of happiness as to make a saint of her.
JEAN GENETIt’s the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.
More Jean Genet Quotes
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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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The most reasonable man always manages, when he pulls the trigger, to become a dispenser of justice.
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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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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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Would Hamlet have felt the delicious fascination of suicide if he hadn’t had an audience, and lines to speak?
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If we behave like those on the other side, then we are the other side. Instead of changing the world, all we’ll achieve is a reflection of the one we want to destroy.
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Violence is a calm that disturbs you.
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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 decided to be what crime made of me.
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I could not take lightly the idea that people made love without me.
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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 fame of heroes owes little to the extent of their conquests and all to the success of the tributes paid to them.
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Every premeditated murder is always governed by a preparatory ceremonial and is always followed by a propitiatory ceremonial. The meaning of both eludes the murderers mind.
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Repudiating the virtues of your world, criminals hopelessly agree to organize a forbidden universe. They agree to live in it. The air there is nauseating. They can breathe it.
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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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