People get frightened that success is going to take them out of life. They’re no longer going to be on the corner of Bedlam and Squalor; life will only be something you can get through the mail.
TOM WAITSThe devil knows the Bible like the back of his hand.
More Tom Waits Quotes
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I put food on the table and roof overhead. But I’d trade it all tomorrow for the highway instead.
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Break windows, smoke cigars, and stay up late. Tell ’em to do that, they’ll find a little pot of gold.
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Well you say that it’s gospel, But I know that it’s only church.
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Their memory’s like a train: you can see it getting smaller as it pulls away And the things you can’t remember Tell the things you can’t forget that History puts a saint in every dream.
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A mental midget with the IQ of a fence post.
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The average person spends two weeks over their lifetime waiting for the traffic light to change.
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Don’t you know there ain’t no devil, it’s just god when he’s drunk.
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I’m just trying to make a buck like everyone else.
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The way you do anything is the way you do everything.
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I have an audio stigmatism whereby I hear things wrong – I have audio illusions.
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We are buried beneath the weight of information, which is being confused with knowledge; quantity is being confused with abundance and wealth with happiness. We are monkeys with money and guns.
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The world is a hellish place, and bad writing is destroying the quality of our suffering.
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I’d rather have a free bottle in front of me than a prefrontal lobotomy.
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Children make up the best songs, anyway. Better than grown-ups. Kids are always working on songs and throwing them away, like little origami things or paper airplanes. They don’t care if they lose it; they’ll just make another one.
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I like vocal word stuff. But I don’t always write with an instrument, I usually write a capella. It’s more like drawing in the air with your fingers. It’s closest to the choreography of a bee. You’re freer.
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