I recognize in thieves, traitors and murderers, in the ruthless and the cunning, a deep beauty - a sunken beauty. — Jean Genet Copy Share Image
...beauty is the projection of ugliness and by developing certain monstrosities we obtain the purest ornaments. — Jean Genet Copy Share Image
“Beauty has no other origin than a wound, unique, different for each person, hidden or visible, that everyone keeps in himself, that… — Jean Genet Copy Share Image
“I want to fulfill myself in one of the rarest of destinies. I have only a dim notion of what it will… — Jean Genet Copy Share Image
Beauty has no other origin than the singular wound, different in every case, hidden or visible, which each man bears within himself,… — 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… — 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
