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I give the name violence to a boldness lying idle and enamored of danger.

Jean Genet

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
I decided to be what crime made of me.
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Crime Decision Myself
Betrayal is beautiful.
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Beautiful Betrayal One Liner
Poetry is the break (or rather the meeting at the breaking point) between the visible and the invisible.
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Break Poet Poetry Visible Writing
Anyone who’s never experienced the pleasure of betrayal doesn’t know what pleasure is.
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Betrayal Experience Happiness Pleasure
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
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
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
Every premeditated murder is always governed by a preparatory ceremonial and is always followed by a propitiatory ceremonial. The meaning of both eludes the murderers mind.
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Government Mindset Murder
To achieve harmony in bad taste is the height of elegance.
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Achievement Bad Happiness Harmony Taste
They spent their time doing nothing… they let intimacy fuse them.
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Fuse Intimacy Time
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
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
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
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
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

I give the name violence to a boldness lying idle and enamored of danger.

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