Patricia Lee Smith (born December 30, 1946) is an American singer-songwriter, poet, and visual artist who became an influential component of the New York City punk rock movement with her 1975 debut album Horses.
I longed to read everything I possibly could, and the things I read in turn produced new yearnings.
What is the soul? What color is it? I suspected my soul, being mischievous, might slip away while I was dreaming and fail to return. I did my best not to fall asleep, to keep it inside of me where it belonged.
I love my little overgrown yard. And my house is wonderful. It's everything that I need.
If I'm really working on something, writing or painting or really concentrating, I don't even think about brushing my hair.
I wish I could just project everything on the paper.
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.
I'd never had people drive me around, and then all of a sudden, if a car didn't come, I'd say, "Where's my car?"
I find it painful when I'm without anything. But I work in multiple fields. If I can't write, I find myself taking photographs. I can go on the road and perform. But the most important thing for me is writing, and when I hit those walls, it's painful.
Much has been said about Robert, and more will be added. Young men will adopt his gait. Young girls will wear white dresses and mourn his curls. He will be condemned and adored. His excesses damned or romanticized. In the end, truth will be found in his work, the corporeal body of the artist. It will not fall away. Man cannot judge it. For art sings of God, and ultimately belongs to him.
Sometimes [people] seem to think I came out of the womb, you know, cursing, with an electric guitar.
I like my time on earth. And no matter what kind of cards I've been dealt, I'm happy to be there.
Ms. It sounds like a sick bumblebee, it sounds frigid. I mean, who the hell would ever want to stick his hand up the dress of somebody who goes around calling herself something like Ms. ? It's all so stupid.
The film [Dream of Life] is not really an amateur work, despite the fact that none of us have ever done anything like this before; aesthetically, none of us are amateurs.
No one expected me. Everything awaited me.
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 artist seeks contact with his intuitive sense of the gods, but in order to create his work, he cannot stay in this seductive and incorporeal realm. He must return to the material world in order to do his work. It's the artist's responsibility to balance mystical communication and the labor of creation.
Hung-up women can't produce anything but mediocre art, and there ain't no room for mediocre art.
I'm not saying I wasn't flawed or amateurish. But you can never say I did anything to appease the music business.
Sometimes I just wanted to raise my hands and stop. But stop what? Maybe just growing up.
I hated the makeup. I hated all that pancake makeup. I didn't really like dressing for parts.