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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

I give the name violence to a boldness lying idle and enamored of danger.
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Bold Dangerous Lying Name Violence
Love makes use of the worst traps. The least noble. The rarest. It exploits coincidence.
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Coincidence Love Rare Worst
They spent their time doing nothing… they let intimacy fuse them.
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Fuse Intimacy Time
Anyone who hasn’t experienced the ecstasy of betrayal knows nothing about ecstasy at all.
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Betrayal Experience Happiness
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
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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Cruelty Limitation World
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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Happiness Knowledge Royalty Secret Solitude State Understand Vulnerable
Beauty is the projection of ugliness and by developing certain monstrosities we obtain the purest ornaments.
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Beautiful Monster Ornament Projection Purity Ugly
Betrayal is beautiful.
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Beautiful Betrayal One Liner
Anyone who knows a strange fact shares in its singularity.
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Fact Share Strange
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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Body Himself Move
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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Acknowledgement Artist Moral Murder Save Solitude
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
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
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
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

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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