Would Hamlet have felt the delicious fascination of suicide if he hadn’t had an audience, and lines to speak?
JEAN GENETSlowly but surly I want to strip her of every kind of happiness as to make a saint of her.
More Jean Genet Quotes
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By stretching language we’ll distort it sufficiently to wrap ourselves in it and hide.
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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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They spent their time doing nothing… they let intimacy fuse them.
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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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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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Limited by the world, which I oppose, jagged by it, I shall be all the more handsome and sparkling as the angles which wound me and give me shape are more acute and the jagging more cruel.
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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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Love makes use of the worst traps. The least noble. The rarest. It exploits coincidence.
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Worse than not realizing the dreams of your youth, would be to have been young and never dreamed at all.
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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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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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Erotic play discloses a nameless world which is revealed by the nocturnal language of lovers. Such language is not written down. It is whispered into the ear at night in a hoarse voice. At dawn it is forgotten.
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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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To achieve harmony in bad taste is the height of elegance.
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