They spent their time doing nothing… they let intimacy fuse them.
JEAN GENETAnyone who’s never experienced the pleasure of betrayal doesn’t know what pleasure is.
More Jean Genet Quotes
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Violence is a calm that disturbs you.
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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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It’s a true image, born of a false spectacle.
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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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Added to the moral solitude of the murderer comes the solitude of the artist, which can acknowledge no authority, save that of another artist.
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Beauty is the projection of ugliness and by developing certain monstrosities we obtain the purest ornaments.
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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 recognize in thieves, traitors and murderers, in the ruthless and the cunning, a deep beauty – a sunken beauty.
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One can hear all that’s going on in the street. Which means that from the street one can hear what’s going on in this house.
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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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Crimes of which a people is ashamed constitute its real history. The same is true of man.
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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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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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I give the name violence to a boldness lying idle and enamored of danger.
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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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