Slowly but surly I want to strip her of every kind of happiness as to make a saint of her.
Jean GenetIn reviewing my life, in tracing its course, I fill my cell with the pleasure of being what for want of a trifle I failed to be, recapturing, so that I may hurl myself into them as into dark pits, those moments when I strayed through the trap-ridden compartments of a subterranean sky
Jean GenetAnyone who hasn't experienced the ecstasy of betrayal knows nothing about ecstasy at all.
Jean Genet