It’s a true image, born of a false spectacle.
JEAN GENETLimited 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.
More Jean Genet Quotes
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Love makes use of the worst traps. The least noble. The rarest. It exploits coincidence.
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Creation is not a light-hearted game. The creator commits to a terrible adventure, which is to take up-on himself all of the dangers that his creatures run.
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There are mornings when all men experience with fatigue a flush of tenderness that makes them horny.
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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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Beauty is the projection of ugliness and by developing certain monstrosities we obtain the purest ornaments.
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Added to the moral solitude of the murderer comes the solitude of the artist, which can acknowledge no authority, save that of another artist.
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I decided to be what crime made of me.
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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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By stretching language we’ll distort it sufficiently to wrap ourselves in it and hide.
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Violence is a calm that disturbs you.
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Though they may not always be handsome men doomed to evil posses the manly virtues.
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If we behave like those on the other side, then we are the other side. Instead of changing the world, all we’ll achieve is a reflection of the one we want to destroy.
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Poetry is the break (or rather the meeting at the breaking point) between the visible and the invisible.
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There is a close relationship between flowers and convicts.
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I recognize in thieves, traitors and murderers, in the ruthless and the cunning, a deep beauty – a sunken beauty.
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