Men endowed with a wild imagination should have, in addition, the great poetic faculty of denying our universe and its values so that they may act upon it with sovereign ease.
JEAN GENETBy stretching language we’ll distort it sufficiently to wrap ourselves in it and hide.
More Jean Genet Quotes
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There are mornings when all men experience with fatigue a flush of tenderness that makes them horny.
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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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A man must dream a long time in order to act with grandeur, and dreaming is nursed in darkness.
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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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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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The most reasonable man always manages, when he pulls the trigger, to become a dispenser of justice.
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There is a close relationship between flowers and convicts.
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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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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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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’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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The time for reasoning is past; now’s the time to get steamed up and fight like mad.
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Poetry is the break (or rather the meeting at the breaking point) between the visible and the invisible.
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I recognize in thieves, traitors and murderers, in the ruthless and the cunning, a deep beauty – a sunken beauty.
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