Perhaps all music, even the newest, is not so much something discovered as something that re-emerges from where it lay buried in the memory, inaudible as a melody cut in a disc of flesh. A composer lets me hear a song that has always been shut up silent within me.
JEAN GENETThe vaporish cocaine loosens the contours of their lives and sets their bodies adrift, and so they are untouchable.
More Jean Genet Quotes
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To achieve harmony in bad taste is the height of elegance.
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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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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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I don’t want to disappear.
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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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There is a close relationship between flowers and convicts.
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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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The pimp has a grin, never a smile.
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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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Betrayal is beautiful.
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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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Limited by the world, which I oppose, jagged by it, I shall be all the more handsome and sparkling as the angles which wound me and give me shape are more acute and the jagging more cruel.
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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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Though they may not always be handsome men doomed to evil posses the manly virtues.
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It’s a true image, born of a false spectacle.
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