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
TOM WAITSTheir memory’s like a train: you can see it getting smaller as it pulls away And the things you can’t remember Tell the things you can’t forget that History puts a saint in every dream.
More Tom Waits Quotes
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Songs are really just very interesting things to be doing with the air.
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I don’t like the stigma that comes with being called a poet. So I call what I’m doing an improvisational adventure or an inebriational travelogue.
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There’s no prayer like desire.
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it ain’t no sin, to take off your skin and dance around in your bones
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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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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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Bill Hicks – blowtorch, excavator, truthsayer, and brain specialist. He will correct your vision. Others will drive on the road he built.
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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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Champagne for my real friends and real pain for my sham friends.
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I sold a quart of blood and bought a half a pint of scotch.
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I’ve seen it all through the yellow windows of the evening train.
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I started out with nothing and I still got most of it left.
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The beginning of it starts at the end.
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I’m trying to get music ideas that come and keep them alive. It’s like carrying water in your hands. I want to keep it all, and sometimes by the time you get to the studio you have nothing.
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I’d rather have a free bottle in front of me than a prefrontal lobotomy.
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