Worse than not realizing the dreams of your youth, would be to have been young and never dreamed at all.
JEAN GENETWhat I did not yet know so intensely was the hatred of the white American for the black, a hatred so deep that I wonder if every white man in this country, when he plants a tree, doesn’t see Negroes hanging from its branches.
More Jean Genet Quotes
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Violence is a calm that disturbs you.
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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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Crimes of which a people is ashamed constitute its real history. The same is true of man.
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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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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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Anyone who’s never experienced the pleasure of betrayal doesn’t know what pleasure is.
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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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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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What I did not yet know so intensely was the hatred of the white American for the black, a hatred so deep that I wonder if every white man in this country, when he plants a tree, doesn’t see Negroes hanging from its branches.
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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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I decided to be what crime made of me.
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What we need is hatred. From it our ideas are born.
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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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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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My heart’s in my hand, and my hand is pierced, and my hand’s in the bag, and the bag is shut, and my heart is caught.
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