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Love makes use of the worst traps. The least noble. The rarest. It exploits coincidence.

Jean Genet

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
They spent their time doing nothing… they let intimacy fuse them.
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Fuse Intimacy Time
Anyone who’s never experienced the pleasure of betrayal doesn’t know what pleasure is.
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Betrayal Experience Happiness Pleasure
By stretching language we’ll distort it sufficiently to wrap ourselves in it and hide.
JEAN GENET

Hide Language Ourselves Stretch Wrap
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 GENET

Discover Memories Music Myself New Silence
The time for reasoning is past; now’s the time to get steamed up and fight like mad.
JEAN GENET

Fight Inspirational Mad Past Reason Time
To achieve harmony in bad taste is the height of elegance.
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Achievement Bad Happiness Harmony Taste
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.
JEAN GENET

Dawn Language Morning Name Play Reveal Voice Whisper
The pimp has a grin, never a smile.
JEAN GENET

Devil Difference Smile
I recognize in thieves, traitors and murderers, in the ruthless and the cunning, a deep beauty – a sunken beauty.
JEAN GENET

Beautiful Myself Recognition Thief
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.
JEAN GENET

Hand Heart Myself Trap
Anyone who knows a strange fact shares in its singularity.
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Fact Share Strange
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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Eyes Myself Question Sexuality Silly
A man must dream a long time in order to act with grandeur, and dreaming is nursed in darkness.
JEAN GENET

Act Dreams Man Nurse Order Time
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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Authentic Beauty Himself Man Quit Solitude Source Temporary Wound
It’s a true image, born of a false spectacle.
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Born Fake Image True

Love makes use of the worst traps. The least noble. The rarest. It exploits coincidence.

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