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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

The fame of heroes owes little to the extent of their conquests and all to the success of the tributes paid to them.
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Fame Hero Pay Success
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
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
I give the name violence to a boldness lying idle and enamored of danger.
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Bold Dangerous Lying Name Violence
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
What I did not yet know so intensely was the hatred of the white American for the black, a hatred so deep that I wonder if every white man in this country, when he plants a tree, doesn’t see Negroes hanging from its branches.
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Black Branch Country Hate Man Myself Plant
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
By stretching language we’ll distort it sufficiently to wrap ourselves in it and hide.
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Hide Language Ourselves Stretch Wrap
There is a close relationship between flowers and convicts.
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Convict Flower Relationship
Love makes use of the worst traps. The least noble. The rarest. It exploits coincidence.
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Coincidence Love Rare Worst
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
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
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
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
I don’t want to disappear.
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Disappear Lost Myself
The time for reasoning is past; now’s the time to get steamed up and fight like mad.
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Fight Inspirational Mad Past Reason Time

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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