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Nick Cave Quotes

Nick Cave quotes

Australian Musician, Writer, Poet September 22, 1957

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Music is storming, driving, relentless, devotional, slinky, subtle, heartbreakingly-beautiful sounds that, lyrically, switch from the cynical to the sanguine, the defeated to the defiant, dealing in love, war, beauty, children, romance, rejection, Pethedine, poetry, panties, God, Auden, Johnny Cash, cold potatoes, too-much-money, not enough money, writer’s block, flowers, animals and more flowers. But maybe I’m projecting here. Nick Cave
I don't particularly believe all love is doomed. But I guess, one is usually kinda suffering from some aborted love affair or association, rather than being at the peak of one. I think it's fairly obvious that a lot more suffering goes on in the name of love than the little happiness you can squeeze out of it. Nick Cave
I love rock-n-roll. I think it's an exciting art form. It's revolutionary. Still revolutionary and it changed people. It changed their hearts. But yeah, even rock-n-roll has a lot of rubbish, really bad music. Nick Cave
This is how it essentially is for Bunny Junior. He loves his dad. He thinks there is no dad better, cleverer, or more capable, and he stands there beside him with a sense of pride? he's my dad? and he also, of course, stands beside him because he has nowhere else to go. Nick Cave
Nick Cave quote: "Said 2,000 years of Christian history, baby And you ain't..."
Said 2,000 years of Christian history, baby And you ain't learned to love me yet? Nick Cave
I'm very happy to hear that my work inspires writers and painters. It's the most beautiful compliment, the greatest reward. Art should always be an exchange. Nick Cave
Into the mercy seat I climb. My head is shaved, my head is wired. And like a moth that tries. To enter the bright eye. I go shuffling out of life. Just to hide in death awhile. And anyway I never lied. Nick Cave
An artist's duty is rather to stay open-minded and in a state where he can receive information and inspiration. You always have to be ready for that little artistic Epiphany. Nick Cave
Then he smiles because he knows deep in his bones that his dad has gone and said something really funny probably. He kicks off his sheet and slides his feet into his slippers. Bunny sits in the living room, slumped low on the sofa, full of Geoffrey's Scotch and Poodle's cocaine. Nick Cave
Getting married, for me, was the best thing I ever did. I was suddenly beset with an immense sense of release, that we have something more important than our separate selves, and that is the marriage. There's immense happiness that can come from working towards that. Nick Cave
And I wish that I was made of stone. So that I would not have to see. A beauty impossible to define. A beauty impossible to believe. A beauty impossible to endure. The blood imparted in little sips. The smell of you still on my hands. As I bring the cup up to my lips. No God up in the sky. No devil beneath the sea. Could do the job that you did, baby. Of bringing me to my knees Nick Cave
Samuel: What's a misanthrope? Two Bob: A misanthrope is a bugger who hates every other bugger. Samuel: Are we misanthropes? Arthur: Lord no! We're family. Nick Cave
I write a lot, and very often I write a couple of lines that are particularly revealing in some kind of way. And then as a few more lines get added and a piece gets added, eventually the song pretty much takes over and you can't really find a way to change those things. Nick Cave
And she moves among the sparrows. And she floats upon the breeze. She moves among the flowers. She moves something deep inside of me Nick Cave
Found in a small stone cave bitten from the roadside, stitchless save for his great outsized boots and a plague of flies, fat on the human scrappage of dinners long past, Toad squatted in the slitted stomach of a warm child, eating loudly the face of her hapless, headless father, who sat a good foot off the ground impaled up the ass on a pointed post. Nick Cave

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