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.
JEAN GENETThe 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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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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Beauty is the projection of ugliness and by developing certain monstrosities we obtain the purest ornaments.
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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 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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Poetry is the break (or rather the meeting at the breaking point) between the visible and the invisible.
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If we behave like those on the other side, then we are the other side. Instead of changing the world, all we’ll achieve is a reflection of the one we want to destroy.
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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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Betrayal is beautiful.
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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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Power may be at the end of a gun, but sometimes it’s also at the end of the shadow or the image of a gun.
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Worse than not realizing the dreams of your youth, would be to have been young and never dreamed at all.
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I give the name violence to a boldness lying idle and enamored of danger.
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To achieve harmony in bad taste is the height of elegance.
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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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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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