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Repudiating the virtues of your world, criminals hopelessly agree to organize a forbidden universe. They agree to live in it. The air there is nauseating. They can breathe it.

Jean Genet

Worse than not realizing the dreams of your youth, would be to have been young and never dreamed at all.
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Dreams Realize Regret Worst Young Yourself Youth
I don’t want to disappear.
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Disappear Lost Myself
Anyone who hasn’t experienced the ecstasy of betrayal knows nothing about ecstasy at all.
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Betrayal Experience Happiness
It’s the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.
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Break Day Let Go Myself Night
Betrayal is beautiful.
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Beautiful Betrayal One Liner
They spent their time doing nothing… they let intimacy fuse them.
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Fuse Intimacy Time
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
Love makes use of the worst traps. The least noble. The rarest. It exploits coincidence.
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Coincidence Love Rare Worst
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
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
Violence is a calm that disturbs you.
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Calm Disturb Violence Yourself
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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Himself Home Street Talk
My heart’s in my hand, and my hand is pierced, and my hand’s in the bag, and the bag is shut, and my heart is caught.
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Hand Heart Myself Trap
A man must dream a long time in order to act with grandeur, and dreaming is nursed in darkness.
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Act Dreams Man Nurse Order Time
By stretching language we’ll distort it sufficiently to wrap ourselves in it and hide.
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Hide Language Ourselves Stretch Wrap
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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Commitment Creation Creature Game Heart Light Run

Repudiating the virtues of your world, criminals hopelessly agree to organize a forbidden universe. They agree to live in it. The air there is nauseating. They can breathe it.

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Repudiating the virtues of your world, criminals hopelessly agree to organize a forbidden universe. They agree to live in it. The air there is nauseating. They can breathe it.

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