Friday, April 20, 2012 at 12:04PM
Drew Wolfe

Jean Genet

A great wind swept over the ghetto, carrying away shame, invisibility and four centuries of humiliation. But when the wind dropped people saw it had been only a little breeze, friendly, almost gentle.

A man must dream a long time in order to act with grandeur, and dreaming is nursed in darkness.

Anyone who hasn't experienced the ecstasy of betrayal knows nothing about ecstasy at all.

Anyone who knows a strange fact shares in its singularity.

Crimes of which a people is ashamed constitute its real history. The same is true of man.

I give the name violence to a boldness lying idle and enamored of danger.


I recognize in thieves, traitors and murderers, in the ruthless and the cunning, a deep beauty - a sunken beauty.

I'm homosexual... How and why are idle questions. It's a little like wanting to know why my eyes are green.

Power may be at the end of a gun, but sometimes it's also at the end of the shadow or the image of a gun.

Repudiating the virtues of your world, criminals hopelessly agree to organize a forbidden universe. They agree to live in it. The air there is nauseating: they can breathe it.

The fame of heroes owes little to the extent of their conquests and all to the success of the tributes paid to them.

The main object of a revolution is the liberation of man... not the interpretation and application of some transcendental ideology.

To achieve harmony in bad taste is the height of elegance.

Violence is a calm that disturbs you.

What we need is hatred. From it our ideas are born.

Worse than not realizing the dreams of your youth, would be to have been young and never dreamed at all.

Would Hamlet have felt the delicious fascination of suicide if he hadn't had an audience, and lines to speak?

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