I don’t want to disappear.
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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Slowly but surly I want to strip her of every kind of happiness as to make a saint of her.
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I could not take lightly the idea that people made love without me.
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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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Love makes use of the worst traps. The least noble. The rarest. It exploits coincidence.
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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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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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Crimes of which a people is ashamed constitute its real history. The same is true of man.
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What we need is hatred. From it our ideas are born.
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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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Worse than not realizing the dreams of your youth, would be to have been young and never dreamed at all.
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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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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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It’s the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.
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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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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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