"Mon art consistant à exploiter le mal, puisque je suis poète, on ne peut s’étonner que je m’occupe de ces choses, des conflits par quoi se caractérise la plus pitoyable des époques. Le poète s’occupe du mal. C’est son rôle de voir la beauté qui s’y trouve, de l’en extraire (ou d’y mettre celle qu’il désire, par orgueil ?) et de l’utiliser… La poésie ou l’art d’utiliser les restes. D’utiliser la merde et de vous la faire bouffer."
Jean Genet - Pompes Funèbres
"Howard, crying himself now, got up from where he lay and sat behind his wife. He stretched his arounds around her solid nakedness. In a whisper he began begging for—and, as the sun set, received—the concession people always beg for: a little more time."
Zadie Smith, On Beauty, p. 398
"And about emotions: all emotions are pure which gather you and lift you up; that emotion is impure which seizes only one side of your being and so distorts you. Everything that you can think in the face of your childhood, is right. Everything that makes more of you than you have heretofore been in your best hours, is right. Every heightening is good if it is in your whole blood, if it is not intoxication, not turbidity, but joy which one can see clear to the bottom. Do you understand what I mean?"
Rilke - Letters to a Young Poet (via notmattsiegel)