Every premeditated murder is always governed by a preparatory ceremonial and is always followed by a propitiatory ceremonial. The meaning of both eludes the murderers mind.
JEAN GENETI’m homosexual. How and why are idle questions. It’s a little like wanting to know why my eyes are green.
More Jean Genet Quotes
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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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I could not take lightly the idea that people made love without me.
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My heart’s in my hand, and my hand is pierced, and my hand’s in the bag, and the bag is shut, and my heart is caught.
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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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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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What I did not yet know so intensely was the hatred of the white American for the black, a hatred so deep that I wonder if every white man in this country, when he plants a tree, doesn’t see Negroes hanging from its branches.
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By stretching language we’ll distort it sufficiently to wrap ourselves in it and hide.
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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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The pimp has a grin, never a smile.
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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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I’m homosexual. How and why are idle questions. It’s a little like wanting to know why my eyes are green.
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Betrayal is beautiful.
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I give the name violence to a boldness lying idle and enamored of danger.
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Though they may not always be handsome men doomed to evil posses the manly virtues.
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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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