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It’s the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.

Jean Genet

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
A man must dream a long time in order to act with grandeur, and dreaming is nursed in darkness.
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Act Dreams Man Nurse Order Time
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
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
There is a close relationship between flowers and convicts.
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Convict Flower Relationship
It’s a true image, born of a false spectacle.
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Born Fake Image True
I decided to be what crime made of me.
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Crime Decision Myself
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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Greatness Imagination Man Universe Wild
By stretching language we’ll distort it sufficiently to wrap ourselves in it and hide.
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Hide Language Ourselves Stretch Wrap
To achieve harmony in bad taste is the height of elegance.
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Achievement Bad Happiness Harmony Taste
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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Agreement Breathe Crime Hope Virtue World
Slowly but surly I want to strip her of every kind of happiness as to make a saint of her.
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Happiness Herself Kind Slow
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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Body Himself Move
I could not take lightly the idea that people made love without me.
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Ideas Light Love Myself People
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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Himself Home Street Talk
Anyone who’s never experienced the pleasure of betrayal doesn’t know what pleasure is.
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Betrayal Experience Happiness Pleasure

It’s the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.

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