But I would adore that thief who is my mother. - Jean Genet

But--criminals are remote from you--as in love, they turn away and turn me away from the world and its laws. Thiers smells of sweat, sperm, and blood. In short, to my body and my thristy soul it offers devotion. It was because their world contains these erotic conditions that I was bent on evil.

By remaining inaccessible, he became the epitome of those whom I have named and who stagger me. I was therefore chaste.

Excluded by my birth and tastes from the social order, I was not aware of its diversity. I wondered at its perfect coherence, which rejected me.