Patti Smith, fully Patricia Lee "Patti" Smith

Smith, fully Patricia Lee "Patti" Smith

American Writer, Poet, Recording Artist, Singer-Songwriter and Visual Artist

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I just want to be myself and Peter Pan clan was coming from. We would never grow.

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.

I was so unhealthy as a child, and at least three or four times my parents were told to get ready, that I would not make it.

I'm not a very analytical person.

It was no hardship to me to spend long hours reading and writing.

Mom passing in front of shop windows, kicking him why people ask that I remember breaking glass. My mother, that enables people to live together, a team that into words had mentioned the existence of the rules of social behavior. When I heard that everything before us, and the road map by determining removed due to live in a world where I felt restricted. Disruptive pressing my motives, I trained myself to concentrate on the creative ones. Nevertheless, rule-hating side I was not totally dead.

Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire.

Perhaps priest and magician were once one, but the priest, learning humility in the face of God, discarded the spell for prayer.

So my last image was as the first. A sleeping youth cloaked in light, who opened his eyes with a smile of recognition for someone who had never been a stranger.

The mind of a child is like a kiss on the forehead ? open and disinterested

I knew if I lived long enough I would be poet laureate of something.

I slipped an envelope with the black and white shots of Woman I that I had taken at the Modern into my pocket but I left behind my failed attempts at painting her portrait, rolls of canvas splashed in umber, pinks, and green, souvenirs of a gone ambition. I was too curious about the future to look back? I said goodbye to my stuff? There?s always new stuff, that?s for sure.

I was still a baby bird when I was 28.

I'm not afraid of terrorism at all. I'm afraid of loss of our freedom, loss of mobility, loss of global comradeship.

It would go back and forth between the two of us and then it would go over here and bang its head on the steps trying to break the glass off.

More than anything, that's been the thread through my life - the desire to write, the impulse to write. I mean, it's taken me other places, but it was the impulse to write that led me to singing.

No one expected me. Everything awaited me.

Pissing in a river, watching it rise.

Some of us are born rebellious. Like Jean Genet or Arthur Rimbaud, I roam these mean streets like a villain, a vagabond, an outcast, scavenging for the scraps that may perchance plummet off humanity's dirty plates, though often sometimes taking a cab to a restaurant is more convenient.

The moment of creative impulse is what an artist gives you. You look at a Pollock, and it can't give you the tools to do a painting like that yourself, but in doing the work, Pollock shares with you the moment of creative impulse that drove him to do that work.

I knew one day I would stop and he would keep on going, but until then nothing could tear us apart.

I taped sheets of paper to the wall, but I didn?t draw. I slid my guitar under the bed. At night, alone, I just sat and waited.

I wasn't worried, though. I just needed a break and I wasn't going to give up.

I'm not really a nostalgic person.

It's no secret - I love detective fiction. One of the reasons I love being in London is because I like to watch all the shows on TV. I watch them all.

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American Writer, Poet, Recording Artist, Singer-Songwriter and Visual Artist