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Slowly but surly I want to strip her of every kind of happiness as to make a saint of her.

Jean Genet

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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End Gun Image Power Shadow Weapon
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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Authentic Beauty Himself Man Quit Solitude Source Temporary Wound
I could not take lightly the idea that people made love without me.
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Ideas Light Love Myself People
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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Eyes Myself Question Sexuality Silly
Anyone who knows a strange fact shares in its singularity.
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Fact Share Strange
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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Government Mindset Murder
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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Happiness Knowledge Royalty Secret Solitude State Understand Vulnerable
To achieve harmony in bad taste is the height of elegance.
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Achievement Bad Happiness Harmony Taste
I don’t want to disappear.
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Disappear Lost Myself
Love makes use of the worst traps. The least noble. The rarest. It exploits coincidence.
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Coincidence Love Rare Worst
The most reasonable man always manages, when he pulls the trigger, to become a dispenser of justice.
JEAN GENET

Justice Man Management Reason Trigger Weapon
I give the name violence to a boldness lying idle and enamored of danger.
JEAN GENET

Bold Dangerous Lying Name Violence
I recognize in thieves, traitors and murderers, in the ruthless and the cunning, a deep beauty – a sunken beauty.
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Beautiful Myself Recognition Thief
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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Acknowledgement Artist Moral Murder Save Solitude
Betrayal is beautiful.
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Beautiful Betrayal One Liner
It’s the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.
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Break Day Let Go Myself Night

Slowly but surly I want to strip her of every kind of happiness as to make a saint of her.

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