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.
JEAN GENETI recognize in thieves, traitors and murderers, in the ruthless and the cunning, a deep beauty – a sunken beauty.
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Betrayal is beautiful.
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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 vaporish cocaine loosens the contours of their lives and sets their bodies adrift, and so they are untouchable.
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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.
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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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I recognize in thieves, traitors and murderers, in the ruthless and the cunning, a deep beauty – a sunken beauty.
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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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Love makes use of the worst traps. The least noble. The rarest. It exploits coincidence.
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It’s a true image, born of a false spectacle.
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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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Crimes of which a people is ashamed constitute its real history. The same is true of man.
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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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Anyone who knows a strange fact shares in its singularity.
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It’s the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.
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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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