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 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.
More Jean Genet Quotes
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I could not take lightly the idea that people made love without me.
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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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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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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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I recognize in thieves, traitors and murderers, in the ruthless and the cunning, a deep beauty – a sunken beauty.
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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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Anyone who knows a strange fact shares in its singularity.
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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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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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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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The time for reasoning is past; now’s the time to get steamed up and fight like mad.
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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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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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Poetry is the break (or rather the meeting at the breaking point) between the visible and the invisible.
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