I give the name violence to a boldness lying idle and enamored of danger.
JEAN GENETPoetry is the break (or rather the meeting at the breaking point) between the visible and the invisible.
More Jean Genet Quotes
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Betrayal is beautiful.
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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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I recognize in thieves, traitors and murderers, in the ruthless and the cunning, a deep beauty – a sunken beauty.
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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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What we need is hatred. From it our ideas are born.
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I’m homosexual. How and why are idle questions. It’s a little like wanting to know why my eyes are green.
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Anyone who hasn’t experienced the ecstasy of betrayal knows nothing about ecstasy at all.
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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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By stretching language we’ll distort it sufficiently to wrap ourselves in it and hide.
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Love makes use of the worst traps. The least noble. The rarest. It exploits coincidence.
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Anyone who knows a strange fact shares in its singularity.
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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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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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I decided to be what crime made of me.
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