The pimp has a grin, never a smile.
JEAN GENETIf 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.
More Jean Genet Quotes
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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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Anyone who’s never experienced the pleasure of betrayal doesn’t know what pleasure is.
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I give the name violence to a boldness lying idle and enamored of danger.
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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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The time for reasoning is past; now’s the time to get steamed up and fight like mad.
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Poetry is the break (or rather the meeting at the breaking point) between the visible and the invisible.
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Love makes use of the worst traps. The least noble. The rarest. It exploits coincidence.
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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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Though they may not always be handsome men doomed to evil posses the manly virtues.
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Prisons! Prisons! Prisons, dungeons, blessed places where evil is impossible since they are the crossroads of all the malediction in the world. One cannot commit evil in evil.
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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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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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They spent their time doing nothing… they let intimacy fuse 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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