I like beautiful melodies telling me terrible things.
TOM WAITSBreak windows, smoke cigars, and stay up late. Tell ’em to do that, they’ll find a little pot of gold.
More Tom Waits Quotes
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Mostly I straddle reality and the imagination. My reality needs imagination like a bulb needs a socket. My imagination needs reality like a blind man needs a cane.
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The world is a hellish place, and bad writing is destroying the quality of our suffering.
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The fact is most of the things that people know about me are made up. My own life is backstage. So what you “know” about me is only what I allowed you to know about me.
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Most of the people I admire, they usually smell funny and don’t get out much. It’s true. Most of them are either dead or not feeling well.
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You can drive out nature with a pitch fork But it always comes roaring back again.
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Don’t plant your days they turn into weeds.
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I 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
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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.
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Well, it’s either kiss me or kill me, that’s how I see it.
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I started out with nothing and I still got most of it left.
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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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I’ve been riding on the crest of a slump lately.
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I like my music with the rinds and the seeds and pulp left in.
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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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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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