They spent their time doing nothing… they let intimacy fuse them.
JEAN GENETPrisons! 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.
More Jean Genet Quotes
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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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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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Though they may not always be handsome men doomed to evil posses the manly virtues.
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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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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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The time for reasoning is past; now’s the time to get steamed up and fight like mad.
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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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Betrayal is beautiful.
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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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It’s the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.
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Love makes use of the worst traps. The least noble. The rarest. It exploits coincidence.
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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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I decided to be what crime made of me.
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I give the name violence to a boldness lying idle and enamored of danger.
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Anyone who hasn’t experienced the ecstasy of betrayal knows nothing about ecstasy at all.
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