“The rims of his eyelids were burning. A blow received straightens a man up and makes the body move forward, to return that blow, or a punch-to jump, to get a hard-on, to dance: to be alive. But a blow… — Jean Genet Copy Share Image
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 Genet Copy Share Image
I'm homosexual. How and why are idle questions. It's a little like wanting to know why my eyes are green. — Jean Genet Copy Share Image
Worse than not realizing the dreams of your youth, would be to have been young and never dreamed at all. — Jean Genet Copy Share Image
The most reasonable man always manages, when he pulls the trigger, to become a dispenser of justice. — Jean Genet Copy Share Image
Repudiating the virtues of your world, criminals hopelessly agree to organize a forbidden universe. They agree to live in it. The air there is… — Jean Genet Copy Share Image
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,… — Jean Genet Copy Share Image
Love makes use of the worst traps. The least noble. The rarest. It exploits coincidence. — Jean Genet Copy Share Image
“They made comments about the women's legs, but, as they were not witty, their remarks had no finesse. Since their emotion was not torn… — Jean Genet Copy Share Image
“Thereafter, he ennobled shame. He bore it in my presence like a burden, like a tiger clinging to his shoulders, the threat of which… — Jean Genet Copy Share Image
Prison, dungeons, blessed places where evil is impossible because they are the crossroads of all the evil in the world. One cannot commit evil… — Jean Genet Copy Share Image
A great wind swept over the ghetto, carrying away shame, invisibility and four centuries of humiliation. But when the wind dropped people saw it… — Jean Genet Copy Share Image
In reviewing my life, in tracing its course, I fill my cell with the pleasure of being what for want of a trifle I… — Jean Genet Copy Share Image
“The rims of his eyelids were burning. A blow received straightens a man up and makes the body move forward, to return that blow,… — Jean Genet Copy Share Image
“My love is always sad.”' “That's right. As soon as I kiss you, you get sad. I've noticed it.” “Does it bother you?” “No,… — Jean Genet Copy Share Image
