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.
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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Violence is a calm that disturbs you.
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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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A man must dream a long time in order to act with grandeur, and dreaming is nursed in darkness.
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The fame of heroes owes little to the extent of their conquests and all to the success of the tributes paid to them.
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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.
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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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I give the name violence to a boldness lying idle and enamored of danger.
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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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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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The vaporish cocaine loosens the contours of their lives and sets their bodies adrift, and so they are untouchable.
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I decided to be what crime made of me.
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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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Beauty has no other origin than the singular wound, different in every case, hidden or visible, which each man bears within himself, which he preserves, and into which he withdraws when he would quit the world for a temporary but authentic solitude.
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