Love makes use of the worst traps. The least noble. The rarest. It exploits coincidence.
JEAN GENETRepudiating 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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The most reasonable man always manages, when he pulls the trigger, to become a dispenser of justice.
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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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The time for reasoning is past; now’s the time to get steamed up and fight like mad.
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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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Though they may not always be handsome men doomed to evil posses the manly virtues.
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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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It’s a true image, born of a false spectacle.
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I give the name violence to a boldness lying idle and enamored of danger.
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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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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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Beauty is the projection of ugliness and by developing certain monstrosities we obtain the purest ornaments.
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To achieve harmony in bad taste is the height of elegance.
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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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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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