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.
TOM WAITSChildren 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.
More Tom Waits Quotes
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The world is a hellish place, and bad writing is destroying the quality of our suffering.
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All that you’ve loved is all you own.
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Never trust a man in a blue trench coat, never drive a car when you’re dead.
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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.
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I’d rather have a free bottle in front of me than a prefrontal lobotomy.
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I’m not fighting for justice. I am not fighting for freedom. I am fighting for my life and another day in the world here.
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You can learn a lot about a woman by getting smashed with her.
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New York forces you to be in endless surreal situations.
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And the earth died screaming, while I lay dreaming.
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A gentleman is someone who can play the accordion, but doesn’t.
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I don’t think that you should be perfectly candid and frank about the intimate details of your personal life with the public at large. Subsequently, it creates considerable personal problems.
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On my gravestone, I want it to say, “I told you I was sick.”
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The dog won’t bite if you beat Him with a bone.
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I always liked the idea that America is a big facade. We are all insects crawling across on the shiny hood of a Cadillac. We’re all looking at the wrapping. But we won’t tear the wrapping to see what lies beneath.
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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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