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.
JEAN GENETThere is a close relationship between flowers and convicts. The fragility and delicacy of the former are of the same nature as the brutal insensitivity of the latter.
More Jean Genet Quotes
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Anyone who hasn’t experienced the ecstasy of betrayal knows nothing about ecstasy at all.
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A man must dream a long time in order to act with grandeur, and dreaming is nursed in darkness.
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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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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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There is a close relationship between flowers and convicts. The fragility and delicacy of the former are of the same nature as the brutal insensitivity of the latter.
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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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There are mornings when all men experience with fatigue a flush of tenderness that makes them horny.
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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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It’s a true image, born of a false spectacle.
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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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To achieve harmony in bad taste is the height of elegance.
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I could not take lightly the idea that people made love without me.
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Anyone who’s never experienced the pleasure of betrayal doesn’t know what pleasure is.
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I recognize in thieves, traitors and murderers, in the ruthless and the cunning, a deep beauty – a sunken beauty.
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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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