Worse than not realizing the dreams of your youth, would be to have been young and never dreamed at all.
JEAN GENETThere 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.
More Jean Genet Quotes
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I could not take lightly the idea that people made love without me.
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Beauty has no other origin than the singular wound, different in every case, hidden or visible, which each man bears within himself, which he preserves, and into which he withdraws when he would quit the world for a temporary but authentic solitude.
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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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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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To achieve harmony in bad taste is the height of elegance.
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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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On him, under him, with his mouth pressed to hers, he sang to her uncouth songs that moved through her body.
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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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Love makes use of the worst traps. The least noble. The rarest. It exploits coincidence.
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Though they may not always be handsome men doomed to evil posses the manly virtues.
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Creation is not a light-hearted game. The creator commits to a terrible adventure, which is to take up-on himself all of the dangers that his creatures run.
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One can hear all that’s going on in the street. Which means that from the street one can hear what’s going on in this house.
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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 give the name violence to a boldness lying idle and enamored of danger.
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It’s the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.
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