Love makes use of the worst traps. The least noble. The rarest. It exploits coincidence.
JEAN GENETWhat 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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The most reasonable man always manages, when he pulls the trigger, to become a dispenser of justice.
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Betrayal is beautiful.
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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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The vaporish cocaine loosens the contours of their lives and sets their bodies adrift, and so they are untouchable.
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One 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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Creation is not a light-hearted game. The creator commits to a terrible adventure, which is to take up-on himself all of the dangers that his creatures run.
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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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I recognize in thieves, traitors and murderers, in the ruthless and the cunning, a deep beauty – a sunken beauty.
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Beauty is the projection of ugliness and by developing certain monstrosities we obtain the purest ornaments.
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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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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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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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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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Anyone who hasn’t experienced the ecstasy of betrayal knows nothing about ecstasy at all.
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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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