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 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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I’m homosexual. How and why are idle questions. It’s a little like wanting to know why my eyes are green.
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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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To achieve harmony in bad taste is the height of elegance.
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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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What we need is hatred. From it our ideas are born.
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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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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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Beauty is the projection of ugliness and by developing certain monstrosities we obtain the purest ornaments.
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Beauty has no other origin than the singular wound, different in every case, hidden or visible, which each man bears within himself, which he preserves, and into which he withdraws when he would quit the world for a temporary but authentic solitude.
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I give the name violence to a boldness lying idle and enamored of danger.
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It’s the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.
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The main object of a revolution is the liberation of man… not the interpretation and application of some transcendental ideology.
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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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By stretching language we’ll distort it sufficiently to wrap ourselves in it and hide.
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Love makes use of the worst traps. The least noble. The rarest. It exploits coincidence.
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