Lou Reed Quotes - Page 5

I'd harbored hopes that the intelligence that once inhabited novels or films would ingest rock. I was, perhaps, wrong.

If it has more than three chords, it's jazz.

One thing I've often thought is that I never want to tell anybody else what to do. It's hard enough to figure out what I want to do.

But it's not only: What are you going to do about touring, it's: What are you going to do with your life? Is there a point to what we do? I think there is. Making music, creating beautiful things. We have to be in love with the good and the beautiful. If we are not, then you're in a nihilistic state.

I've always believed that there's an amazing number of things you can do through a rock'n'roll song and that you can do serious writing in a rock song if you can somehow do it without losing the beat.

I tried to give up drugs by drinking.

The music is all. People should die for it. People are dying for everything else, so why not the music?

Perfect Night is minimalistic and that's what makes it so forceful.

She never ever lost her head even when she was giving head.

Perfect Night has that magic and it has the raw energy that grabs you by the throat.

I would like to live to a ripe old age and raise watermelons in Wyoming.

This violent rage that turned inward cannot be helped by drink.

To debate political objectives, views, and goals is the most American thing conceivable.

I've become completely well adjusted to being a cult figure.

Underachievers of the world unite, you have nothing to lose except your fright.

I don't like nostalgia unless it's mine.

Raymond Chandler managed to write about L.A. his whole career. Should I keep going writing about New York? Is that what I should be doing? Songwriting doesn't work that way.

Music was what bothered me, what interested me.

I don't know anyone actually who does care what a critic says.

All the people have gone to war leaving no interrogator to mind.

You're going to reap just what you sow

I am very emotionally affected by sound. Sounds are the inexplicable... There is a sound you hear in your head, it's your nerves, or your blood running.

Dear Pope, send me some hope or a rope.

I dreamed that I was young and smart, and it was not a waste. I dreamed that there was a point of life, and to the human race.

I'm not leaving New York. And neither is anyone else. We're here. We are quintessential Americans - we're not only American, but New York-American.