I’ve watched ‘Oprah Winfrey.’ And I’m proud. I don’t care what anybody says! I don’t know whether I’ve watched it. I’ve been in the room while it’s been on.
NICK CAVEI love being manipulated by what I see. I love weepies and romantic comedies where you’re reaching for the Kleenex at the right moment.
More Nick Cave Quotes
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I have an armchair interest in gardening, but I don’t like to get my knees dirty. I don’t have a garden.
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I have things that I’m interested in, and I’m not really interested in writing about anything that I’m not interested in. But it’s important to me to be able to see it from a different perspective, and add something new to the whole picture.
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The way I take in the world is by seeing it; that is very much evident in the songs that I write.
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The problem with books, now that I’ve written one, is that the idea of adaptation is so much easier than sitting down to write something new.
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No wonder sorrow doesn’t smile much. No wonder sadness is so sad.
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I think there’s a certain numbness in modern society, that accepts certain kinds of violence, but represses other kinds of violence.
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I’ve spent my life butting my head against other people’s lack of imagination.
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I think there is a certain perversity in my music in that I continue, you know, to eat at the same ball of vomit year after year.
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I’m very happy to hear that my work inspires writers and painters. It’s the most beautiful compliment, the greatest reward. Art should always be an exchange.
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Stars have their moments then they die.
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I look at you and you look at me and deep in our hearts know it That you weren’t much of a muse, but then I weren’t much of a poet
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And I kissed away a thousand tears My lady of the Various Sorrows Some begged, some borrowed, some stolen Some kept safe for tomorrow.
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Sorrow’s child grieves not what has passed, but all the past still yet to come.
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And she moves among the sparrows. And she floats upon the breeze. She moves among the flowers. She moves something deep inside of me
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In the hysterical technocracy of modern music, sorrow is sent to the back of the class where it sits, pissing its pants in mortal terror.
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