Patti Smith, fully Patricia Lee "Patti" Smith

Patti
Smith, fully Patricia Lee "Patti" Smith
1946

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

Author Quotes

I just think it will be a neat time.

I reflected on the fact that no matter how good I aspired to be, I was never going to achieve perfection.

I was raised in rural south Jersey, and there was no culture there. There was a small library, and that was it. There was nothing else.

I'm certain, as we filled down the great staircase, that I appeared the same as ever, a moping twelve years-old, all arms and legs. But secretly I knew I had been transformed, moved by the revelation that human beings create art, that to be an artist was to see what others could not.

It was like being at an Arabian hoedown with a band of psychedelic hillbillies

Mohammed personally mapped out seven heavens. If he got to seven, you know there's more.

My sunglasses are like my guitar.

People wouldn't know this about me, but I adore ball gowns. I love their cut, their architecture and the thought of the hands of so many seamstresses working on them.

Since I was a child, I hated having to deal with my hair. I hated having to change my clothes. As a kid, I had a sailor shirt and the same old corduroy pants, and that's what I wanted to wear everyday.

The Lord gives us wings. He gives us a stomach, we can fly or vomit.

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.

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First Name
Patti
Last Name
Smith, fully Patricia Lee "Patti" Smith
Birth Date
1946
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American Writer, Poet, Recording Artist, Singer-Songwriter and Visual Artist