Pablo Neruda Quotes
Writing poetry, we live among the wild beasts, and when we touch a man, the stuff of someone in whom we believed, and he goes to pieces like a rotten pie, you... gather together whatever can be salvaged, while I cup my hands around the live coal of life.
Pablo Neruda
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I have this first album that sells more than 100,000 copies in its first week, debuts at number two, goes gold, the single goes platinum, we're doing Madison Square Garden.
Halsey
I had the story, bit by bit, from various people, and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different story.
Edith Wharton
Exposing your ignorance is how you get somebody to embrace you.
Larry Wilcox
I feel a physical happiness when spring is coming.
Halldor Laxness
But whether a couple is a man and a woman has everything to do with the meaning of marriage.
Jack Kingston
What I write, I write. I'll always do it in some form.
Iain Sinclair
It all begins with the initial tone coming from the cabinet, but EQ at the board is very important.
Daisy Berkowitz
A lot of music doesn't do one thing or another. It just doesn't do anything. Then there are those pieces of music that thrill your soul. It's such a wide range, and it's really interesting that we all love different things.
David Lynch
The Platters
I love playing bad. But my whole thing is usually villains that don't know that they're evil.
Danny Huston
I am not unhappy that my contribution was not recognized. I am sure it helped my career.
John Cameron
My music already has this oldish kind of quality to it, like you don't necessarily know what era it was recorded in, so it all kind of felt surreal and weird. Night after night when I played live, I was really trying to figure it out in real time, and I still don't know what effect I'm going for or what effect I actually achieve. Looking back, I feel like it would be arrogant of me not to appreciate the fact that I've been able to do whatever I want and still have an audience come see me.
Ariel Pink
Writing poetry, we live among the wild beasts, and when we touch a man, the stuff of someone in whom we believed, and he goes to pieces like a rotten pie, you... gather together whatever can be salvaged, while I cup my hands around the live coal of life.
Pablo Neruda
