I could not take lightly the idea that people made love without me.
JEAN GENETI could not take lightly the idea that people made love without me.
JEAN GENETOn him, under him, with his mouth pressed to hers, he sang to her uncouth songs that moved through her body.
JEAN GENETThe main object of a revolution is the liberation of man… not the interpretation and application of some transcendental ideology.
JEAN GENETI recognize in thieves, traitors and murderers, in the ruthless and the cunning, a deep beauty – a sunken beauty.
JEAN GENETWorse than not realizing the dreams of your youth, would be to have been young and never dreamed at all.
JEAN GENETBeauty is the projection of ugliness and by developing certain monstrosities we obtain the purest ornaments.
JEAN GENETCrimes of which a people is ashamed constitute its real history. The same is true of man.
JEAN GENETThe 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.
JEAN GENETThough they may not always be handsome men doomed to evil posses the manly virtues.
JEAN GENETLimited by the world, which I oppose, jagged by it, I shall be all the more handsome and sparkling as the angles which wound me and give me shape are more acute and the jagging more cruel.
JEAN GENETThe pimp has a grin, never a smile.
JEAN GENETThe vaporish cocaine loosens the contours of their lives and sets their bodies adrift, and so they are untouchable.
JEAN GENETI’m homosexual. How and why are idle questions. It’s a little like wanting to know why my eyes are green.
JEAN GENETWhen we see life, we call it beautiful. When we see death, we call it ugly. But it is more beautiful still to see oneself living at great speed, right up to the moment of death.
JEAN GENETEvery 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 GENETPoetry is the break (or rather the meeting at the breaking point) between the visible and the invisible.
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