The earth is not my home, I’m just passing by.
TOM WAITSI don’t go to church on Sunday, don’t get on my knees to pray, or memorize the books of the Bible, I got my own special way
More Tom Waits Quotes
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You’ve gotta have somebody to trust, that knows a lot.
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I’m just trying to make a buck like everyone else.
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The piano has been drinking, not me.
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it ain’t no sin, to take off your skin and dance around in your bones
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I’ll tell you all my secrets but I lie about my past.
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Time is just memory Mixed in with Desire.
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Don’t plant your bad days. They grow into weeks. The weeks grow into months. Before you know it, you got yourself a bad year. Take it from me – choke those little bad days. Choke ’em down to nothing.
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I admit that I ain’t no angel, I admit that I ain’t no saint – I’m selfish and I’m cruel and I’m blind. If I exorcise my devils, well my angels may leave too. When they leave they’re so hard to find.
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When you’re writing‚ you’re conjuring. It’s a ritual‚ and you need to be brave and respectful and sometimes get out of the way of whatever it is that you’re inviting into the room.
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There’s nothing that makes me laugh more than being in the situation where you’re not supposed to laugh. Funerals. People crying. Breaking down. Telling you their life. I’m the worst. I’m the worst at that.
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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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I like beautiful melodies telling me terrible things.
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But then I’m one of those guys that is still a bit afraid of the telephone, its implications for conversation. I still wonder if the jukebox might be the death of live music.
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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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If people are a little nervous about approaching you at the market, it’s good. I’m not Chuckles The Clown. Or Bozo. I don’t cut the ribbon at the opening of markets. I don’t stand next to the mayor. Hit your baseball into my yard, and you’ll never see it again.
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