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On him, under him, with his mouth pressed to hers, he sang to her uncouth songs that moved through her body.

Jean Genet

A man must dream a long time in order to act with grandeur, and dreaming is nursed in darkness.
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Act Dreams Man Nurse Order Time
I decided to be what crime made of me.
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Crime Decision Myself
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 time for reasoning is past; now’s the time to get steamed up and fight like mad.
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Fight Inspirational Mad Past Reason Time
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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Black Branch Country Hate Man Myself Plant
Limited by the world, which I oppose, jagged by it, I shall be all the more handsome and sparkling as the angles which wound me and give me shape are more acute and the jagging more cruel.
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Cruelty Limitation World
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
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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Happiness Knowledge Royalty Secret Solitude State Understand Vulnerable
They spent their time doing nothing… they let intimacy fuse them.
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Fuse Intimacy Time
On him, under him, with his mouth pressed to hers, he sang to her uncouth songs that moved through her body.
JEAN GENET

Body Himself Move
Power may be at the end of a gun, but sometimes it’s also at the end of the shadow or the image of a gun.
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End Gun Image Power Shadow Weapon
There are mornings when all men experience with fatigue a flush of tenderness that makes them horny.
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Experience Horny Morning
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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Greatness Imagination Man Universe Wild
I give the name violence to a boldness lying idle and enamored of danger.
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Bold Dangerous Lying Name Violence
Would Hamlet have felt the delicious fascination of suicide if he hadn’t had an audience, and lines to speak?
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Audience Delicious Fascination Talk
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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