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Beauty is the projection of ugliness and by developing certain monstrosities we obtain the purest ornaments.

Jean Genet

The time for reasoning is past; now’s the time to get steamed up and fight like mad.
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Fight Inspirational Mad Past Reason Time
I decided to be what crime made of me.
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Crime Decision Myself
It’s the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.
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Break Day Let Go Myself Night
It’s a true image, born of a false spectacle.
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Born Fake Image True
Betrayal is beautiful.
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Beautiful Betrayal One Liner
There is a close relationship between flowers and convicts.
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Convict Flower Relationship
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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Government Mindset Murder
By stretching language we’ll distort it sufficiently to wrap ourselves in it and hide.
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Hide Language Ourselves Stretch Wrap
Anyone who hasn’t experienced the ecstasy of betrayal knows nothing about ecstasy at all.
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Betrayal Experience Happiness
The main object of a revolution is the liberation of man… not the interpretation and application of some transcendental ideology.
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Application Ideology Liberty Man Object Revolution
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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Hand Heart Myself Trap
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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Cruelty Limitation World
Prisons! Prisons! Prisons, dungeons, blessed places where evil is impossible since they are the crossroads of all the malediction in the world. One cannot commit evil in evil.
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Blessing Evil Place Prison World
Would Hamlet have felt the delicious fascination of suicide if he hadn’t had an audience, and lines to speak?
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Audience Delicious Fascination Talk
Anyone who’s never experienced the pleasure of betrayal doesn’t know what pleasure is.
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Betrayal Experience Happiness Pleasure
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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Dawn Language Morning Name Play Reveal Voice Whisper
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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Body Himself Move
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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Brutal Close Flower Nature Relationship
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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Happiness Knowledge Royalty Secret Solitude State Understand Vulnerable
Violence is a calm that disturbs you.
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Calm Disturb Violence Yourself
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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Agreement Breathe Crime Hope Virtue World
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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Feeling Flaw Follow Himself Man Remember Save
Anyone who knows a strange fact shares in its singularity.
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Fact Share Strange
I could not take lightly the idea that people made love without me.
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Ideas Light Love Myself People
They spent their time doing nothing… they let intimacy fuse them.
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Fuse Intimacy Time
The vaporish cocaine loosens the contours of their lives and sets their bodies adrift, and so they are untouchable.
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Cocaine Live Touch
Slowly but surly I want to strip her of every kind of happiness as to make a saint of her.
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Happiness Herself Kind Slow

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