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.
JEAN GENETThere are mornings when all men experience with fatigue a flush of tenderness that makes them horny.
More Jean Genet Quotes
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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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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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I could not take lightly the idea that people made love without me.
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On him, under him, with his mouth pressed to hers, he sang to her uncouth songs that moved through her body.
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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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Would Hamlet have felt the delicious fascination of suicide if he hadn’t had an audience, and lines to speak?
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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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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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I don’t want to disappear.
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Betrayal is beautiful.
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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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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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Beauty is the projection of ugliness and by developing certain monstrosities we obtain the purest ornaments.
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By stretching language we’ll distort it sufficiently to wrap ourselves in it and hide.
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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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