It’s a true image, born of a false spectacle.
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.
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It’s the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.
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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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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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What we need is hatred. From it our ideas are born.
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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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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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There is a close relationship between flowers and convicts.
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By stretching language we’ll distort it sufficiently to wrap ourselves in it and hide.
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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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I could not take lightly the idea that people made love without me.
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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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Worse than not realizing the dreams of your youth, would be to have been young and never dreamed at all.
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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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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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