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.
JEAN GENETOne 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.
More Jean Genet Quotes
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Would Hamlet have felt the delicious fascination of suicide if he hadn’t had an audience, and lines to speak?
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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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I decided to be what crime made of me.
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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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Violence is a calm that disturbs you.
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Anyone who’s never experienced the pleasure of betrayal doesn’t know what pleasure is.
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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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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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They spent their time doing nothing… they let intimacy fuse them.
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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.
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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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The time for reasoning is past; now’s the time to get steamed up and fight like mad.
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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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Worse than not realizing the dreams of your youth, would be to have been young and never dreamed at all.
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Betrayal is beautiful.
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