Friday

and we laugh like soft, mad children

I was thinking that people have to believe you're crazy in order to take you seriously as an artist. If you're wandering the streets, talking in gibberish, nobody ever asks you to change anything about your art because there's no context for people to look at what you do.
Danger Mouse

DAMN, right?

and:
I guess I just look at talent as a very subjective thing. I mean, if you never tried playing an oboe, how do you know you're not the most talented oboe player ever? The point is that if you don't love it, then it doesn't matter. No matter how naturally gifted you are, it's your passion that's going to make you better and maybe touch some people.
There is no genius--there is only love.
(Danger)


Trust the fever.


But the dreamers of the day are dangerous people, for they dream with open eyes and make them come true.
TE Lawrence

Also slightly non sequitur:
To write a novel is to send a shy valentine to the world anonymously.
Jack Kerouac

And
"I wanna be contaminated by your light"--Katherine McBride (moi, aussi--AMEN)

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