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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 Genet

Anyone who hasn’t experienced the ecstasy of betrayal knows nothing about ecstasy at all.
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Betrayal Experience Happiness
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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Greatness Imagination Man Universe Wild
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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Discover Memories Music Myself New Silence
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.
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Blessing Evil Place Prison World
Betrayal is beautiful.
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Beautiful Betrayal One Liner
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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Beautiful Death Life Moments See
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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End Gun Image Power Shadow Weapon
Would Hamlet have felt the delicious fascination of suicide if he hadn’t had an audience, and lines to speak?
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Audience Delicious Fascination Talk
Violence is a calm that disturbs you.
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Calm Disturb Violence Yourself
There is a close relationship between flowers and convicts.
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Convict Flower Relationship
Crimes of which a people is ashamed constitute its real history. The same is true of man.
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Crime Man People Shame True
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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Dawn Language Morning Name Play Reveal Voice Whisper
Beauty has no other origin than the singular wound, different in every case, hidden or visible, which each man bears within himself, which he preserves, and into which he withdraws when he would quit the world for a temporary but authentic solitude.
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Authentic Beauty Himself Man Quit Solitude Source Temporary Wound
Slowly but surly I want to strip her of every kind of happiness as to make a saint of her.
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Happiness Herself Kind Slow
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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Feeling Flaw Follow Himself Man Remember Save
The pimp has a grin, never a smile.
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Devil Difference Smile

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