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"Why I write music? Because it hurts not to."
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"Nothing can come out of an artist that is not in the man."
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"We work in the dark - we do what we can - we give what we have. Our doubt is our passion, and our passion is our task. The rest is the madness of art."
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"Artists use lies to tell the truth. Yes, I created a lie. But because you believed it, you found something true about yourself."
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"I think that most artists scorned would prefer to be known as the one with the genius brain risking no career over the one with the good brain and great career."
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"I used to think it was possible for an artist to alter the inner life of the culture. Now bomb-makers and gunmen have taken that territory."
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"5.57am and I'm finishing the last poem to the taste of the last cigarette. Smoke in my lungs, poetry on the paper. Inhale, exhale, it doesn't get much easier."
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"By(e) pen, I've tried my hand at poetry; only to see how boring it is to me. That is, unless I get a chance to destroy each and every piece while doing it as I please."
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"In a way, her strangeness, her naivete, her craving for the other half of her equation was the consequence of idle imagination. Had she paints, or clay, or knew the discipline of the dance, or strings; had she anything to engage her tremendous curiosity and her gift for metaphor, she might have exchanged the restlessness and preoccupation with whim for an activity that provided her with all she yearned for. And like any artist with no art from, she became dangerous."
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"A craftsman pulled a reed from the reedbed,cut holes in it, and called it a human being.Since then, it's been wailing a tender agonyof parting, never mentioning the skillthat gave it life as a flute."
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"Every year when i travel around the world, i wonder if it'll be diferent, maybe one year won't come to the show or you'll be less festival, but what i realized during ARTPOP is that we belong together and some stories have no end. I will follow you around the world as long as you'll have me because i love making music, i love making art and i love, love meeting all you beautiful, creative people'."
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"I took him to the river and said "let's watch something drown, So he took a stoneand I took my necklaceand we threw it all together,the way I always think I will get better in July. Things will change and sounds won't acheand I gave my heart to uncertainty so many times, and so I took him to the river,threw the necklace in the river to slowly watch it drown, or burn, or fade awaylike I've done so many times."
Healing
"When the others were picked up and walked home by friends or fathers or best friend's sisters,I was the kid in a grey hoodie, walking with the poets, the singers, the thinkers, and I was not alone."
Community
"He left that morning, the last words still echoing in my head, and though he said he'd come back one day I know a broken promise from a right one for I have used them myself and there is no coming back. Minds like ours are can't be tamed and the price for freedom is the price we pay."
Freedom
"I am running and singing and when it's raining I'm the only one left on the open street, smiling with my eyes fixed on the sky because it's cleaning me. I'm the one on the other side of the party, hearing laughter and the emptying of bottles while I peacefully make my way to the river, a lonely road, following the smell of the ocean. I'm the one waking up at 4am to witness the sunrise, where the sky touches the sea, and I hold my elbows, grasping tight to whatever I've made of myself."
Freedom
"Don't try to present your art by making other people read or hear or see or touch it; make them feel it. Wear your art like your heart on your sleeve and keep it alive by making people feel a little better. Feel a little lighter. Create art in order for yourself to become yourselfand let your very existence be your song, your poem, your story.Let your very identity be your book.Let the way people say your name sound like the sweetest melody."
Art
"I am not a Sunday morning inside four wallswith clean bloodand organized drawers.I am the hurricane setting fire to the forestsat night when no one else is aliveor awakehowever you choose to see itand I live in my own flamessometimes burning too bright and too wildto make things lastor handlemyself or anyone elseand so I run.run run runfar and wideuntil my bones ache and lungs splitand it feels good.Hear that people? It feels goodbecause I am the slave and ruler of my own bodyand I wish to do with it exactly as I please."
Freedom
"When I discovered music - when I discovered the craft of shaping a song - my being fell into place."
Art
"I was a flower that bloomed and sparked way too fast. He took me in 'cause I was pretty in all kinds of colors but way too soon I stood on his table sad and dried up. I forgot to nourish myself and the sun never shone from my sky."
Youth
"It's the smell of him in the bathroom, all I need to get ready for the day. Watching him get dressed, and the sound in the kitchen; a slow hum of a song and his movements, picking things to eat. The way I could observe him, for hours, just go on with his day " or as he sleeps " simply breathing in and out, in and out, and it's like the hymn that sings me to peace. I know the world is still out there and I know I'm not yet friendly to its pace, but as long as I know him with me, here, there, somewhere " us " I know I have a chance."
Peace
"I am constantly torn between the will to be seen and still hidden so god damn well, a contradiction I never figured out."
Self
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