Jean Genet
Jean Genet
Jean Genet19 December 1910 – 15 April 1986) was a French novelist, playwright, poet, essayist, and political activist. Early in his life he was a vagabond and petty criminal, but he later took to writing. His major works include the novels Querelle of Brest, The Thief's Journal, and Our Lady of the Flowers, and the plays The Balcony, The Blacks, The Maids and The Screens...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth19 December 1910
CountryFrance
eyes idle wanting
I'm homosexual... How and why are idle questions. It's a little like wanting to know why my eyes are green.
running adventure games
Creation is not a light-hearted game. The creator commits to a terrible adventure, which is to take up-on himself all of the dangers that his creatures run.
cheating adventure games
We know that their adventures are childish. They themselves are fools. They are ready to kill or be killed over a card-game in which an opponent - or they themselves - was cheating. Yet, thanks to such fellows, tragedies are possible.
beautiful ugly existentialism
When we see life, we call it beautiful. When we see death, we call it ugly. But it is more beautiful still to see oneself living at great speed, right up to the moment of death.
success congratulations hero
The fame of heroes owes little to the extent of their conquests and all to the success of the tributes paid to them.
violence calm quiet
Violence is a calm that disturbs you.
men justice triggers
The most reasonable man always manages, when he pulls the trigger, to become a dispenser of justice.
book character tone
...the characters in my books all resemble each other. They live, with minor variations, the same moments, the same perils, and when I speak of them, my language, which is inspired by them, repeats the same poems in the same tone.
men spy lenses
The despondency that follows makes me feel somewhat like a shipwrecked man who spies a sail, sees himself saved, and suddenly remembers that the lens of his spyglass has a flaw, a blurred spot -- the sail he has seen.
blessed evil world
Prison, dungeons, blessed places where evil is impossible because they are the crossroads of all the evil in the world. One cannot commit evil in hell.
reflection world want
If we behave like those on the other side, then we are the other side. Instead of changing the world, all we'll achieve is a reflection of the one we want to destroy.
song mouths body
on him, under him, with his mouth pressed to hers, he sang to her uncouth songs that moved through her body.
want saint kind
Slowly but surly I want to strip her of every kind of happiness as to make a saint of her.
real men people
Crimes of which a people is ashamed constitute its real history. The same is true of man.