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.
JEAN GENET
My 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.
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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 don’t want to disappear.
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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.
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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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Crimes of which a people is ashamed constitute its real history. The same is true of man.
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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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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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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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Anyone who hasn’t experienced the ecstasy of betrayal knows nothing about ecstasy at all.
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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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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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Anyone who’s never experienced the pleasure of betrayal doesn’t know what pleasure is.
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By stretching language we’ll distort it sufficiently to wrap ourselves in it and hide.
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Anyone who knows a strange fact shares in its singularity.
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The pimp has a grin, never a smile.
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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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