I could not take lightly the idea that people made love without me.
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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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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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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The vaporish cocaine loosens the contours of their lives and sets their bodies adrift, and so they are untouchable.
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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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Limited 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.
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It’s a true image, born of a false spectacle.
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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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A man must dream a long time in order to act with grandeur, and dreaming is nursed in darkness.
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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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Anyone who’s never experienced the pleasure of betrayal doesn’t know what pleasure is.
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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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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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Betrayal is beautiful.
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It’s the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.
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