He was the kind of kid you did not want to sit by. He kept his boogers in his desk, he wore a neck tie.
She came onto him like a slow movin' cold front -- His beer was warmer than the look in her eyes.
In the end, it's not going to have very much impact. We've closed the barn door after the horse is gone.
My attitude these days is, if you write a bad song, what are they gonna do, throw you in songwriter jail?
It's a whole package, singer/songwriter. I like writing but I like performing just as much.
Jim Dickinson is a musical shaman. He not only understands and knows music, he knows and understands the people who make it. It was kind of freaky sometimes, because he would seem to know what we were thinking musically before we played it, then he'd articulate it in a way that made more sense than
I'm like, 'Yeah, right.' At first I thought it was a friend putting me on.
[Like this one a few years ago:] Hello, John, this is Eric Clapton, ... Love to do your song.
Put yourself in that position. To hear your song on the radio or on someone's CD or record -- that somebody would bother -- is great. It's nothing but a compliment. Plus you get money in the mailbox.
I see you over there, just clinging to the wall. Because they told you like ivy you were bound to crawl. But you kept looking up, girl, and I know why. You knew someday you were gonna touch the sky.
Whatever your hands find to do, you must do with all your heart.
I don't even think about that stuff,
Sometimes love can be so wrong/Like a fat man in a thong,
I am the student who picks his nose, so come over here and take off your clothes.
I'd always wanted to make a record with Jim Dickinson, and I'd known about his boys for years, ... He reminded me that when they were 13 or 14 years old they had a punk rock band and I'd called him and wanted to make a record with them then.
What it shows is that nobody really cares about the Meadow Valley Wash. When push comes to shove, it's not clear that anybody will do anything about anything.
This is just one of many, many incidences where people have treated federal land as part of their operations, just sort of done whatever they have felt like doing, to make it work for them.
[For the first several songs, Hiatt performed with rock 'n' roll energy, sawing away on his guitar and blowing his harmonica with near abandon. After completing a furious version of] Your Dad Did, ... I love folk music.
When the road gets dark - And you can no longer see - Just let my love throw a spark - And have a little faith in me.
We are condemned to live together.
Men die and they are not happy.
And I too, felt ready to start life all over again. It was as if that great rush of anger had washed me clean, emptied me of hope, and, gazing up at the dark sky spangled with its signs and stars, for the first time, the first, I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe.
I sometimes need to write things which I cannot completely control but which therefore prove that what is in me is stronger than I am.
Yes, everything is simple. It's people who complicate things.
The only conception of freedom I can have is that of the prisoner or the individual in the midst of the State. The only one I know is freedom of thought and action.
I draw from the Absurd three consequences: my revolt, my liberty, my passion.
I hadn't understood how days could be both long and short at the same time: long to live through, maybe, but so drawn out that they ended up flowing into one another. They lost their names. Only 'yesterday' and 'tomorrow' still had any meaning for me.
It is better to burn than to disappear.
It is a kind of spiritual snobbery that makes people think they can be happy without money. Albert Camu
As soon as one does not kill oneself, one must keep silent about life.
I love life - thatâ€™s my real weakness. I love it so much that I am incapable of imagining what is not life.
I'd buy myself a cabin on the beach, I'd put some glue in my navel, and I'd stick a flag in there. Then I'd wait to see which way the wind was blowing.
Some cry: 'Love me!!' Others: 'Don't love me!!' But a certain genus, the worst and most unhappy, cries: 'Don't love me and be faithful to me!!'
O light! This the cry of all the characters of ancient drama brought face to face with their fate. This last resort was ours, too, and I knew it now. In the middle of winter I at last discovered that there was in me an invincible summer.
Should I kill myself, or have a cup of coffee?
Truth and freedom, having few lovers, are demanding mistresses.
But sometimes it takes more courage to live than to shoot yourself.
What gives value to travel is fear. It is a fact that, at a certain moment, when we are so far from our own country, we are seized by a vague fear and an instinctive desire to go back to the protection of old habits. I look upon it more as an occasion for testing.
Happiness and the absurd are two sons of the same earth. They are inseparable. It would be a mistake to say that happiness necessarily springs from the absurd. Discovery. It happens as well that the felling of the absurd springs from happiness. "I conclude that all is well," says Edipus, and that re