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.
JEAN GENETI give the name violence to a boldness lying idle and enamored of danger.
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Anyone who’s never experienced the pleasure of betrayal doesn’t know what pleasure is.
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I decided to be what crime made of me.
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The vaporish cocaine loosens the contours of their lives and sets their bodies adrift, and so they are untouchable.
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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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What we need is hatred. From it our ideas are born.
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I don’t want to disappear.
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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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By stretching language we’ll distort it sufficiently to wrap ourselves in it and hide.
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To achieve harmony in bad taste is the height of elegance.
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There are mornings when all men experience with fatigue a flush of tenderness that makes them horny.
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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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I give the name violence to a boldness lying idle and enamored of danger.
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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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It’s a true image, born of a false spectacle.
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When we see life, we call it beautiful. When we see death, we call it ugly. But it is more beautiful still to see oneself living at great speed, right up to the moment of death.
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Betrayal is beautiful.
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It’s the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.
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Slowly but surly I want to strip her of every kind of happiness as to make a saint of her.
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Anyone who knows a strange fact shares in its singularity.
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A man must dream a long time in order to act with grandeur, and dreaming is nursed in darkness.
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Prisons! Prisons! Prisons, dungeons, blessed places where evil is impossible since they are the crossroads of all the malediction in the world. One cannot commit evil in evil.
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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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I recognize in thieves, traitors and murderers, in the ruthless and the cunning, a deep beauty – a sunken beauty.
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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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They spent their time doing nothing… they let intimacy fuse them.
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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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