They spent their time doing nothing… they let intimacy fuse them.
JEAN GENETAdded to the moral solitude of the murderer comes the solitude of the artist, which can acknowledge no authority, save that of another artist.
More Jean Genet Quotes
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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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The most reasonable man always manages, when he pulls the trigger, to become a dispenser of justice.
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Violence is a calm that disturbs you.
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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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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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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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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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I could not take lightly the idea that people made love without me.
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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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The pimp has a grin, never a smile.
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By stretching language we’ll distort it sufficiently to wrap ourselves in it and hide.
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Though they may not always be handsome men doomed to evil posses the manly virtues.
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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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Anyone who’s never experienced the pleasure of betrayal doesn’t know what pleasure is.
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I recognize in thieves, traitors and murderers, in the ruthless and the cunning, a deep beauty – a sunken beauty.
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