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.
JEAN GENETErotic 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.
More Jean Genet Quotes
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I don’t want to disappear.
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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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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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What we need is hatred. From it our ideas are born.
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Anyone who knows a strange fact shares in its singularity.
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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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There is a close relationship between flowers and convicts.
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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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The pimp has a grin, never a smile.
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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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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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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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Anyone who hasn’t experienced the ecstasy of betrayal knows nothing about ecstasy at all.
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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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Betrayal is beautiful.
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