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"Why I write music? Because it hurts not to."
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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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"Philosophers tell you what they think. Artists show you."
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"He said, one has to learn that painting well - in the academic and technical sense - comes right at the bottom of the list. I mean, you've got that ability. So have thousands."
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"Artistry exists in everyone. What makes it blossom is a soul's personal desire to find an outlet for expression."
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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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"There's no point in writing my kind of stuff, when they're printing that kind of stuff. So I gave up and started drinking."
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"Why I write music? Because it hurts not to."
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"Birds do not attend music school, but compose timeless masterpieces."
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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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"The music world is where child prodigies go to die."
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"I am slowly coming to the conclusion that it's more important to learn to work with what you've got, under the circumstances you've been given, than wishing for different ones."
Acceptance
"Hurting people you love is the heaviest kind of regret."
Emotion
"I have lost and loved and won and cried myself to the person I am today."
Growth
"People keep asking what I do for a living and I keep saying that I don't believe in making a living. That it's a concept that has been twisted. I tell them I believe in making a life and money is a distracting object if there's anything left at the end of the day and I just want to go on well. Make it through the day. So I smile and raise my glass and they laugh and take my hand, saying here's to the youth, pointing at me. And I might just be youngand naivefor I still believe in the freedom of choiceof how to spend your life.So they toast to the youth, who still think she's free, and that's all fine by me."
Life
"I just wish you could see my demons for what they are, and lay here beside me on the floor. No words. Just your presence."
Support
"I want my life to be the greatest story. My very existence will be the greatest poem.Watch me burn.Love always, Charlotte."
Inspirational
"Cutting my roots and leaving my home and family when I was 18 years old forced me to build my home in other things, like my music, stories and my journey. The last years I have more or less constantly been on my way, on the road, always leaving and never arriving, which also means leaving people. I've loved and lost and I have regrets and I miss and no matter how many times you leave, start over, achieve success or travel places it's other people that matter. People, friends, family, lovers, strangers " they will forever stay with you, even if only through memory. I've grown to appreciate people to the deepest core and I'm trying to learn how to tell people what I want to tell them when I have the chance, before it's too late."
Journey
"Maybe I can learn to live in a way that makes it worth writing about, and maybe I can actually become something more than this empty shell."
Growth
"I'm learning persistence and the closing of doors, the way the seasons come and go as I keep walking on these roads, back and forth, to find myself in new time zones, new arms with new phrases and new goals. And it hurts to become, hurts to find out about the poverty and gaps, the widow and the leavers. It hurts to accept that it hurts and it hurts to learn how easy it is for people to not need other people. Or how easy it is to need other people but that you can never build a home in someone's arms because they will let go one day and you must build your own."
Healing
"I am not sad anymore. I am not weak or tender or quiet like you remember because the second you said those words and closed that door, I sold my soul to the part of myself I had buried in order to love you, to let you touch every inch of my rotten body, for I wanted to be touchable and not so strange. Not so sad and tender, like I've always been, they say, so I changed. And then your glances and words throwing knives with no return about my change of habits and ways of living, being, and I nodded and smiled, dying silently a little bit inside."
Healing
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