The most reasonable man always manages, when he pulls the trigger, to become a dispenser of justice.
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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I could not take lightly the idea that people made love without me.
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Betrayal is beautiful.
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They spent their time doing nothing… they let intimacy fuse them.
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When we see life, we call it beautiful. When we see death, we call it ugly. But it is more beautiful still to see oneself living at great speed, right up to the moment of death.
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Anyone who hasn’t experienced the ecstasy of betrayal knows nothing about ecstasy at all.
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Beauty is the projection of ugliness and by developing certain monstrosities we obtain the purest ornaments.
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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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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.
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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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What I did not yet know so intensely was the hatred of the white American for the black, a hatred so deep that I wonder if every white man in this country, when he plants a tree, doesn’t see Negroes hanging from its branches.
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Anyone who’s never experienced the pleasure of betrayal doesn’t know what pleasure is.
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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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Worse than not realizing the dreams of your youth, would be to have been young and never dreamed at all.
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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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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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