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.
JEAN GENETIt’s a true image, born of a false spectacle.
More Jean Genet Quotes
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The time for reasoning is past; now’s the time to get steamed up and fight like mad.
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Betrayal is beautiful.
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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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They spent their time doing nothing… they let intimacy fuse them.
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What we need is hatred. From it our ideas are born.
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Anyone who’s never experienced the pleasure of betrayal doesn’t know what pleasure is.
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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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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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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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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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Though they may not always be handsome men doomed to evil posses the manly virtues.
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I give the name violence to a boldness lying idle and enamored of danger.
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There are mornings when all men experience with fatigue a flush of tenderness that makes them horny.
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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.
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The vaporish cocaine loosens the contours of their lives and sets their bodies adrift, and so they are untouchable.
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