I don’t want to disappear.
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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Added to the moral solitude of the murderer comes the solitude of the artist, which can acknowledge no authority, save that of another artist.
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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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Repudiating the virtues of your world, criminals hopelessly agree to organize a forbidden universe. They agree to live in it. The air there is nauseating. They can breathe it.
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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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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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Violence is a calm that disturbs you.
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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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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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Betrayal is beautiful.
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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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Anyone who hasn’t experienced the ecstasy of betrayal knows nothing about ecstasy at all.
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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.
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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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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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