When 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 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 GENETThe vaporish cocaine loosens the contours of their lives and sets their bodies adrift, and so they are untouchable.
JEAN GENETThe main object of a revolution is the liberation of man… not the interpretation and application of some transcendental ideology.
JEAN GENETRepudiating 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.
JEAN GENETPrisons! 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.
JEAN GENETCrimes of which a people is ashamed constitute its real history. The same is true of man.
JEAN GENETMen endowed with a wild imagination should have, in addition, the great poetic faculty of denying our universe and its values so that they may act upon it with sovereign ease.
JEAN GENETViolence is a calm that disturbs you.
JEAN GENETIt’s the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.
JEAN GENETI give the name violence to a boldness lying idle and enamored of danger.
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 GENETOn him, under him, with his mouth pressed to hers, he sang to her uncouth songs that moved through her body.
JEAN GENETI don’t want to disappear.
JEAN GENETA man must dream a long time in order to act with grandeur, and dreaming is nursed in darkness.
JEAN GENETLove 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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