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.
JEAN GENETAnyone who hasn’t experienced the ecstasy of betrayal knows nothing about ecstasy at all.
More Jean Genet Quotes
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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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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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Slowly but surly I want to strip her of every kind of happiness as to make a saint of her.
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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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By stretching language we’ll distort it sufficiently to wrap ourselves in it and hide.
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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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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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They spent their time doing nothing… they let intimacy fuse them.
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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.
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Love makes use of the worst traps. The least noble. The rarest. It exploits coincidence.
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It’s a true image, born of a false spectacle.
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The most reasonable man always manages, when he pulls the trigger, to become a dispenser of justice.
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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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It’s the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.
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