Violence is a calm that disturbs you.
JEAN GENETWorse than not realizing the dreams of your youth, would be to have been young and never dreamed at all.
More Jean Genet Quotes
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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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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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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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To achieve harmony in bad taste is the height of elegance.
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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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I decided to be what crime made of me.
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Anyone who hasn’t experienced the ecstasy of betrayal knows nothing about ecstasy at all.
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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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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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Beauty has no other origin than the singular wound, different in every case, hidden or visible, which each man bears within himself, which he preserves, and into which he withdraws when he would quit the world for a temporary but authentic solitude.
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It’s the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.
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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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Slowly but surly I want to strip her of every kind of happiness as to make a saint of her.
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I don’t want to disappear.
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Betrayal is beautiful.
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