Added to the moral solitude of the murderer comes the solitude of the artist, which can acknowledge no authority, save that of… — Jean Genet Copy Share Image
Every premeditated murder is always governed by a preparatory ceremonial and is always followed by a propitiatory ceremonial. The meaning of both… — Jean Genet Copy Share Image
“When the name was in the room, it came to pass that the murderer, abashed, opened up, and there sprang forth, like… — 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
Worse than not realizing the dreams of your youth, would be to have been young and never dreamed at all. — Jean Genet Copy Share
The most reasonable man always manages, when he pulls the trigger, to become a dispenser of justice. — Jean Genet Copy Share
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
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
Love makes use of the worst traps. The least noble. The rarest. It exploits coincidence. — Jean Genet Copy Share
“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
“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
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
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
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
“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
“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
