Ani DiFranco Quotes - Page 11

If you’re not angry, then you’re just stupid, you don’t care. How else can you react when something’s so unfair?

How come I can pick my ears, but not my nose? Who made up that rule anyway? How can you say that's the way it is, that's just the way it goes, why don't you decide fore yourself what you can do?

I use my dress to wipe up my drink, I care less and less what people think.

What makes you so lavish that you can afford to spend every sober moment feeling angry and bored?

While out in TV Nation, under darkening skies, the resistance is just waiting to be organized.

First decide what you got to do, then go out and do it. All we can do is to see each other through it.

And this vague little smile is my all purpose expression the meaning of which I will leave to your discretion.

Life is a B Movie: it's stupid and it's strange, it's a directionless story, the dialogue is lame, but in the 'he said she said' sometimes there's some poetry, if you turn your back long enough and let it happen naturally.

At night when you're asleep, self-hatred's going to creep in. And you can blame it on the devil, the one who's bed you sleep in.

I'm the color me happy girl, Miss live and let live. And when they're out for blood, I always give.

They see me as a symbol, and not a human being. That way they can kill me, say it’s not murder it’s a metaphor.

I still define myself by the places that I've been.

Stepped out into the cold, collar high, under the slate gray sky. The air was smoking and the streets were dry, and I wasn't joking when I said goodbye.

No one's gonna sympathize when we crash, they'll say you hit what you head for, you get what you ask.

I cannot name this, I cannot explain this, and I really don't want to so just call me shameless.

I would rather have these things weigh on my mind. At the end of this tunnel of guilt and shame, there must be a light of some kind.

Somedays the line I walk turns out to be straight - Other days the line tends to deviate.

The world is my oyster. The road is my home. And I know that I'm better off Alone.

I don't always feel lucky, but I'm smart enough to try.

These days, I find I'm applying a little more patience to my process. If I look back on my work, I can see those songs I bailed on could have been better, that had those great two verses and then I kind of coasted from there. These days, if a song is giving me trouble, I put it aside and pick it up later, and keep doing that, for a year if I have to, until it takes shape.

These days I keep a journal, so I'm constantly sketching down my thoughts, or lines that come to me...ideas for songs. And then when I have a moment to myself, I'll sit down with my guitar and open my journal, and start kind of massaging things together, and see if a song takes shape. Or sometimes, I'll just be hanging out with my guitar and come up with a chord progression or a lick, and that'll sort of sit around for a while waiting to marry itself to some words. So it's sort of haphazard and it's like...junk culture. I go around finding shiny objects and I glue them together laughs.

I am not an angry girl, but it seems I've got everyone fooled. Every time I say something they find hard to hear, they chalk it up to my anger and not to their own fear. Imagine you're a girl just trying to finally come clean, knowing full well they prefer you dirty and smiling.

I did not design this game; I did not name the stakes. I just happen to like apples; and I am not afraid of snakes.

i do it for the joy it brings because i'm a joyful girl because the world owes me nothing and we owe each other the world

spring is super in the supermarkets and the strawberries prance and glow never mind that they're all kinda tart and tasteless as strawberries go meanwhile wild things are not for sale anymore than they are for show so i'll be outside, in love with the kind of beauty it takes more than eyes to know