Betrayal is beautiful.
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.
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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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Solitude, as I understand it, does not signify an unhappy state, but rather secret royalty, profound incommunicability yet a more or less obscure knowledge of an invulnerable singularity.
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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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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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They spent their time doing nothing… they let intimacy fuse them.
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It’s the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.
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Love makes use of the worst traps. The least noble. The rarest. It exploits coincidence.
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There is a close relationship between flowers and convicts.
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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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Beauty is the projection of ugliness and by developing certain monstrosities we obtain the purest ornaments.
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Anyone who’s never experienced the pleasure of betrayal doesn’t know what pleasure is.
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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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The vaporish cocaine loosens the contours of their lives and sets their bodies adrift, and so they are untouchable.
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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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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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