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.
JEAN GENETMen 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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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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I could not take lightly the idea that people made love without me.
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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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Slowly but surly I want to strip her of every kind of happiness as to make a saint of her.
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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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The most reasonable man always manages, when he pulls the trigger, to become a dispenser of justice.
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Beauty is the projection of ugliness and by developing certain monstrosities we obtain the purest ornaments.
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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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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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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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It’s a true image, born of a false spectacle.
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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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I decided to be what crime made of me.
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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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It’s the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.
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