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.
JEAN GENETBeauty 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.
More Jean Genet Quotes
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I decided to be what crime made of me.
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There is a close relationship between flowers and convicts.
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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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Worse than not realizing the dreams of your youth, would be to have been young and never dreamed at all.
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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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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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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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I don’t want to disappear.
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Violence is a calm that disturbs you.
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It’s the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.
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Beauty is the projection of ugliness and by developing certain monstrosities we obtain the purest ornaments.
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The vaporish cocaine loosens the contours of their lives and sets their bodies adrift, and so they are untouchable.
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I give the name violence to a boldness lying idle and enamored of danger.
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The despondency that follows makes me feel somewhat like a shipwrecked man who spies a sail, sees himself saved, and suddenly remembers that the lens of his spyglass has a flaw, a blurred spot — the sail he has seen.
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Anyone who’s never experienced the pleasure of betrayal doesn’t know what pleasure is.
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