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Anyone who hasn’t experienced the ecstasy of betrayal knows nothing about ecstasy at all.

Jean Genet

Anyone who knows a strange fact shares in its singularity.
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Fact Share Strange
It’s the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.
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Break Day Let Go Myself Night
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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Brutal Close Flower Nature Relationship
Anyone who hasn’t experienced the ecstasy of betrayal knows nothing about ecstasy at all.
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Betrayal Experience Happiness
Though they may not always be handsome men doomed to evil posses the manly virtues.
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Appearance Handsome Men Virtue
It’s a true image, born of a false spectacle.
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Born Fake Image True
Would Hamlet have felt the delicious fascination of suicide if he hadn’t had an audience, and lines to speak?
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Audience Delicious Fascination Talk
The vaporish cocaine loosens the contours of their lives and sets their bodies adrift, and so they are untouchable.
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Cocaine Live Touch
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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Government Mindset Murder
Solitude, as I understand it, does not signify an unhappy state, but rather secret royalty, profound incommunicability yet a more or less obscure knowledge of an invulnerable singularity.
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Happiness Knowledge Royalty Secret Solitude State Understand Vulnerable
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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Black Branch Country Hate Man Myself Plant
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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Dawn Language Morning Name Play Reveal Voice Whisper
Worse than not realizing the dreams of your youth, would be to have been young and never dreamed at all.
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Dreams Realize Regret Worst Young Yourself Youth
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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Cruelty Limitation World
Betrayal is beautiful.
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Beautiful Betrayal One Liner
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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Blessing Evil Place Prison World

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