One can hear all that’s going on in the street. Which means that from the street one can hear what’s going on in this house.
JEAN GENETMy 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.
More Jean Genet Quotes
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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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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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It’s the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.
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What we need is hatred. From it our ideas are born.
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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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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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I could not take lightly the idea that people made love without me.
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I give the name violence to a boldness lying idle and enamored of danger.
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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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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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Would Hamlet have felt the delicious fascination of suicide if he hadn’t had an audience, and lines to speak?
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By stretching language we’ll distort it sufficiently to wrap ourselves in it and hide.
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Men endowed with a wild imagination should have, in addition, the great poetic faculty of denying our universe and its values so that they may act upon it with sovereign ease.
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They spent their time doing nothing… they let intimacy fuse them.
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