The pimp has a grin, never a smile.
JEAN GENETPerhaps 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.
More Jean Genet Quotes
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Worse than not realizing the dreams of your youth, would be to have been young and never dreamed at all.
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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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Anyone who hasn’t experienced the ecstasy of betrayal knows nothing about ecstasy at all.
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I decided to be what crime made of me.
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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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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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Though they may not always be handsome men doomed to evil posses the manly virtues.
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The main object of a revolution is the liberation of man… not the interpretation and application of some transcendental ideology.
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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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To achieve harmony in bad taste is the height of elegance.
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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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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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Slowly but surly I want to strip her of every kind of happiness as to make a saint of her.
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Love makes use of the worst traps. The least noble. The rarest. It exploits coincidence.
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By stretching language we’ll distort it sufficiently to wrap ourselves in it and hide.
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