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We are in hell and I will have my turn!
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If literature isn’t everything, it’s not worth a single hour of someone’s trouble.
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Fascism is not defined by the number of its victims, but by the way it kills them.
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The dreamer must contaminate the others by his dream, he must make them fall into it
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They are in bad faith - they are afraid - and fear, bad faith have an aroma that the gods find delicious. Yes, the gods like that, the pitiful souls.
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For an occurrence to become an adventure, it is necessary and sufficient for one to recount it.
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To eat is to appropriate by destruction.
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One cannot become a saint when one works sixteen hours a day.
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I know nothing, I am neither woman nor girl; I have been living in a dream and when someone kissed me, it made me want to laugh. Now I am here before you, it seems as though I have just awakened and it is morning.
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Ah! yes, I know: those who see me rarely trust my word: I must look too intelligent to keep it.
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There are two types of poor people, those who are poor together and those who are poor alone. The first are the true poor, the others are rich people out of luck.
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L'homme est une passion inutile.
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Thus, Beauty is neither an appearance nor a being, but a relationship: the transformation of being into appearance
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'This is the contradiction of racism, colonialism, and all forms of tyranny: in order to treat a man like a dog, one must first recognize him as a man.'
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Man is always separated from what he is by all the breadth of the being which he is not. He makes himself known to himself from the other side of the world and he looks from the horizon toward himself to recover his inner being.
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Virtue is the death of conscience because it is the habit of Good, and yet the ethic of the honest man infinitely prefers virtue to the noblest agonies of conscience. Thus, being poses nonbeing and eliminates it. There is only being
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He was free, free in every way, free to behave like a fool or a machine, free to accept, free to refuse, free to equivocate; to marry, to give up the game, to drag this death weight about with him for years to come. He could do what he liked, no one had the right to advise him, there would be for him no Good or Evil unless he thought them into being.
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Who can exhaust a man? Who knows a man’s resources?
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Night is falling: at dusk, you must have good eyesight to be able to tell the Good Lord from the Devil.
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I came to claim my kingdom and you refused me because I was not one of you. Now I am one of you, my subjects, we are bound by blood, and I deserve to be your king. Your sins and your remorse, your mighty anguish, I take all upon myself. Fear your dead no more, they are my dead.
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He chooses the most feared, most hated man in order to worship him as a god, feeling sure that he is alone in perceiving the god’s secret virtues.
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I will not be modest. Humble, as much as you like, but not modest. Modesty is the virtue of the lukewarm.
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The best work is not what is most difficult for you; it is what you do best.
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For Genet, reflective states of mind are the rule. And although they are of an unstable nature in everyone, in him…reflection is always contrary to the reflected feeling.