There is a close relationship between flowers and convicts.
JEAN GENETThough they may not always be handsome men doomed to evil posses the manly virtues.
More Jean Genet Quotes
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Anyone who hasn’t experienced the ecstasy of betrayal knows nothing about ecstasy 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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Love makes use of the worst traps. The least noble. The rarest. It exploits coincidence.
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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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The time for reasoning is past; now’s the time to get steamed up and fight like mad.
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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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I give the name violence to a boldness lying idle and enamored of danger.
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I don’t want to disappear.
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The main object of a revolution is the liberation of man… not the interpretation and application of some transcendental ideology.
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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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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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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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They spent their time doing nothing… they let intimacy fuse them.
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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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It’s the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.
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