Perhaps all music, even the newest, is not so much something discovered as something that re-emerges from where it lay buried in the memory, inaudible as a melody cut in a disc of flesh. A composer lets me hear a song that has always been shut up silent within me.
JEAN GENETThe main object of a revolution is the liberation of man… not the interpretation and application of some transcendental ideology.
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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Crimes of which a people is ashamed constitute its real history. The same is true of man.
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I give the name violence to a boldness lying idle and enamored of danger.
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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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Though they may not always be handsome men doomed to evil posses the manly virtues.
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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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Anyone who hasn’t experienced the ecstasy of betrayal knows nothing about ecstasy at all.
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Violence is a calm that disturbs you.
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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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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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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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Anyone who’s never experienced the pleasure of betrayal doesn’t know what pleasure is.
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Creation 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.
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It’s a true image, born of a false spectacle.
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It’s the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.
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