Love makes use of the worst traps. The least noble. The rarest. It exploits coincidence. — 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… — Jean Genet Copy Share Image
“I was in the habit of calling a kiss a peck. Bulkaen had said “a smack.” As erotic language, such as we… — Jean Genet Copy Share Image
“I love you because you're tender and sweet, you the hardest and sternest of men. And your sweetness and tenderness are such… — Jean Genet Copy Share Image
When I beheld you, suddenly - for perhaps a second - I had the strength to reject everything that wasn't you and… — Jean Genet Copy Share Image
“I understand what binds the sculptor to his clay, the painter to his colors, each workman to the matter he handles, and… — Jean Genet Copy Share Image
I leave you free to imagine any dialogue you please. Choose whatever may charm you. Have it, if you like, that they… — Jean Genet Copy Share Image
“When I wrote to him, I wanted my letters to be sprightly, trivial, indifferent. In spite of myself, I imbued them with… — 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
