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.
JEAN GENETCreation 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.
More Jean Genet Quotes
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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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By stretching language we’ll distort it sufficiently to wrap ourselves in it and hide.
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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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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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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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I give the name violence to a boldness lying idle and enamored of danger.
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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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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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A man must dream a long time in order to act with grandeur, and dreaming is nursed in darkness.
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It’s the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.
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I decided to be what crime made of me.
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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 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 pimp has a grin, never a smile.
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