I’m homosexual. How and why are idle questions. It’s a little like wanting to know why my eyes are green.
JEAN GENETCreation 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.
More Jean Genet Quotes
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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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Men 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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Beauty is the projection of ugliness and by developing certain monstrosities we obtain the purest ornaments.
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It’s a true image, born of a false spectacle.
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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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The time for reasoning is past; now’s the time to get steamed up and fight like mad.
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Though they may not always be handsome men doomed to evil posses the manly virtues.
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I could not take lightly the idea that people made love without me.
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When we see life, we call it beautiful. When we see death, we call it ugly. But it is more beautiful still to see oneself living at great speed, right up to the moment of death.
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Every premeditated murder is always governed by a preparatory ceremonial and is always followed by a propitiatory ceremonial. The meaning of both eludes the murderers mind.
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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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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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Poetry is the break (or rather the meeting at the breaking point) between the visible and the invisible.
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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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Anyone who’s never experienced the pleasure of betrayal doesn’t know what pleasure is.
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