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Hail brother, the distant thunder is nothing but hearts beating as one.

Patti Smith

To be an artist – actually, to be a human being in these times – it’s all difficult. … What matters is to know what you want and pursue it.
PATTI SMITH

Actual Artist Human Matters
I refuse to believe that Hendrix had the last possessed hand, that Joplin had the last drunken throat, that Morrison had the last enlightened mind.
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Believe Hand Mind
I started resenting how much art robs from life. I’d go to a party and I couldn’t enjoy myself, even sexually. All I could think was how I was going to reinvent the experience into a piece of art.
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Art Piece Sexually Thinking
I think it’s important for people to realize that we were all young, all naive, and also we had lived in a time that had magic.
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Live Magic Naive People Think
All I’ve ever wanted, since I was a child, was to do something wonderful.
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Children Want Wonderful
I’ve always had a desire to write something and capture people’s imagination like Peter Pan had captured mine.
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Imagination People Writing
I’m okay with roaming around the world in my bunk for days on end. Maybe every third day I’ll get a shower or stumble out at dawn and realize I’m in a field in Poland. I like that kind of life.
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Around Dawn Roaming World
Writing is not some quiet, closet act.
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Closets Quiet Writing
I’m a worker. I do the work to communicate, and I want people to embrace it, and when they do I’m happy.
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Communicate Embrace Need People
In my low periods, I wondered what was the point of creating art. For whom? Are we animating God? Are we talking to ourselves? And what was the ultimate goal? To have one’s work caged in art’s great zoos – the Modern, the Met, the Louvre?
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Art Period Point Talk Zoos
I understood that in this small space of time we had mutually surrendered our loneliness and replaced it with trust.
PATTI SMITH

Loneliness Space Understood
What a model of an artist was for me was an artist who worked. Picasso was the ultimate model, because the work ethic he had.
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Artist Ethic Morale Work
People came at me with all sorts of offers, wanting to make me into a hard-core Cher. I had no desire for any amount of money to be reformed for someone’s vision, because in the end, that’s what you got: your clay in someone else’s hands.
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Hand People Vision
I got over the loss of his desk and chair, but never the desire to produce a string of words more precious than the emeralds of Cortés.
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Desire Emerald Loss
Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe, love is a banquet on which we feed.
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Fire Love Romantic
I had no proof that I had the stuff to be an artist, though I hungered to be one.
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Artist Hungered Proof Stuff

Hail brother, the distant thunder is nothing but hearts beating as one.

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