on him, under him, with his mouth pressed to hers, he sang to her uncouth songs that moved through her body. — 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
