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.
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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I don’t want to disappear.
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The pimp has a grin, never a smile.
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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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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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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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Beauty is the projection of ugliness and by developing certain monstrosities we obtain the purest ornaments.
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Love makes use of the worst traps. The least noble. The rarest. It exploits coincidence.
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Power may be at the end of a gun, but sometimes it’s also at the end of the shadow or the image of a gun.
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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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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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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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Anyone who knows a strange fact shares in its singularity.
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By stretching language we’ll distort it sufficiently to wrap ourselves in it and hide.
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What we need is hatred. From it our ideas are born.
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