What we need is hatred. From it our ideas are born.
JEAN GENETThe most reasonable man always manages, when he pulls the trigger, to become a dispenser of justice.
More Jean Genet Quotes
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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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Anyone who hasn’t experienced the ecstasy of betrayal knows nothing about ecstasy at all.
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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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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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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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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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Betrayal is beautiful.
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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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To achieve harmony in bad taste is the height of elegance.
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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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By stretching language we’ll distort it sufficiently to wrap ourselves in it and hide.
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Creation is not a light-hearted game. The creator commits to a terrible adventure, which is to take up-on himself all of the dangers that his creatures run.
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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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Anyone who knows a strange fact shares in its singularity.
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I don’t want to disappear.
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