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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.

Jean Genet

Anyone who knows a strange fact shares in its singularity.
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Fact Share Strange
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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Commitment Creation Creature Game Heart Light Run
Violence is a calm that disturbs you.
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Calm Disturb Violence Yourself
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
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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Fame Hero Pay Success
I give the name violence to a boldness lying idle and enamored of danger.
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Bold Dangerous Lying Name Violence
Betrayal is beautiful.
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Beautiful Betrayal One Liner
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
There are mornings when all men experience with fatigue a flush of tenderness that makes them horny.
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Experience Horny Morning
I don’t want to disappear.
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Disappear Lost Myself
Love makes use of the worst traps. The least noble. The rarest. It exploits coincidence.
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Coincidence Love Rare Worst
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
Anyone who hasn’t experienced the ecstasy of betrayal knows nothing about ecstasy at all.
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Betrayal Experience Happiness
Poetry is the break (or rather the meeting at the breaking point) between the visible and the invisible.
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Break Poet Poetry Visible Writing
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.
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Discover Memories Music Myself New Silence
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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Acknowledgement Artist Moral Murder Save Solitude

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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