There are mornings when all men experience with fatigue a flush of tenderness that makes them horny.
JEAN GENETAnyone who hasn’t experienced the ecstasy of betrayal knows nothing about ecstasy at all.
More Jean Genet Quotes
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Anyone who knows a strange fact shares in its singularity.
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Anyone who’s never experienced the pleasure of betrayal doesn’t know what pleasure is.
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Violence is a calm that disturbs you.
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The pimp has a grin, never a smile.
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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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I could not take lightly the idea that people made love without me.
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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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Crimes of which a people is ashamed constitute its real history. The same is true of man.
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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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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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Creation is not a light-hearted game. The creator commits to a terrible adventure, which is to take up-on himself all of the dangers that his creatures run.
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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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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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Anyone who hasn’t experienced the ecstasy of betrayal knows nothing about ecstasy at all.
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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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