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.
JEAN GENETThey spent their time doing nothing… they let intimacy fuse them.
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Beauty is the projection of ugliness and by developing certain monstrosities we obtain the purest ornaments.
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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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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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It’s a true image, born of a false spectacle.
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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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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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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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They spent their time doing nothing… they let intimacy fuse them.
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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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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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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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Love makes use of the worst traps. The least noble. The rarest. It exploits coincidence.
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There is a close relationship between flowers and convicts.
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The despondency that follows makes me feel somewhat like a shipwrecked man who spies a sail, sees himself saved, and suddenly remembers that the lens of his spyglass has a flaw, a blurred spot — the sail he has seen.
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Anyone who’s never experienced the pleasure of betrayal doesn’t know what pleasure is.
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