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.
JEAN GENETThe fame of heroes owes little to the extent of their conquests and all to the success of the tributes paid to them.
More Jean Genet Quotes
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Betrayal is beautiful.
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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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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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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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The main object of a revolution is the liberation of man… not the interpretation and application of some transcendental ideology.
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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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I recognize in thieves, traitors and murderers, in the ruthless and the cunning, a deep beauty – a sunken beauty.
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There are mornings when all men experience with fatigue a flush of tenderness that makes them horny.
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What we need is hatred. From it our ideas are born.
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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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Violence is a calm that disturbs you.
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Anyone who knows a strange fact shares in its singularity.
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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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Anyone who’s never experienced the pleasure of betrayal doesn’t know what pleasure is.
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It’s the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.
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