Quotes by Performers

looking for the pi in my onion
Natasha Tsakos
Everything is intimateNothing is personal
Natasha Tsakos
In New York, everything was permissible. No one cared what you wore, how you looked. Only you cared about those things. And if they didn’t worry you, then they didn’t matter.
Georgia Clark
See, some guys prefer assesSome prefer titsAnd I’m not saying that I don’t like those bitsBut what’s more importantWhat supersedesIs a girl a with passion, wit and dreamsSo I want a girl who reads.
Mark Grist
And yes, the Hemingways, the Fitzgeralds, the Faulkners and the Capotes. Drank while writing. Drink next to the typewriter. But the longer I lived in Brooklyn, the more writers I met, and I guess I was just too drunk to put it together before but now I realized about half of them were sober. So you could be a writer and be sober. Very interesting
Jeanne Darst
I can almost see the processes whirrling clunkily in his singularix, as his excited nervous system battled with his logic circuits.
Georgia Clark
Nothing in life was ever clearly drawn, obviously just, or totally emotionally satisfying, but the moment-to-moment stuff of reality featured infinitely more complication, sleaze, struggle, true beauty, unfairness, profundity, passion, and depth of consciousness than she, in her frantic struggle to be somebody other than her unspectacular self, had been previously aware of. page 302
Cintra Wilson
Fame is a perverse deformity, an ego swelling as ludicrous as an extra organ, and the people that have it, for a huge part, are willfully and deliberately fucked-up past the point of ever having anything sweet or human or normal about themselves ever again.
Cintra Wilson
Artists are social sensors and transmitters of ideas
Natasha Tsakos
There's a big luscious peach of a dream in L.A. The peach has been repeatedly exposed as overripe and tainted with wormholes... but it's still the only giant peach in town. Even if it's wet-brown and crawling with centipedes, everyone wants their bite.
Cintra Wilson
Anytime one tries to take fragments of one's personal mythology and make them understandable to the whole world, one reaches back to the past. It must be dreamed again.
Assotto Saint
He was like the Great Santini of the Strand. Few people could take him on; he was so well-read and had a memory that could retain every detail of everything he'd ever read, as well as jokes, lyrics, arias, names of store owners he'd met on his honeymoon in Paris, names of restaurants where gangsters were gunned down in 1924. He could quote lines from books he disliked better than you could quote lines from what you claimed was your favorite book of all time.
Jeanne Darst
Give a man a fishtand he'll eat for a day.Teach him how to fish twith the right line, tthe right bait,tat the right time of day, tat the right sort of spot,tand if he has the right recreational or commercial licencethe may, twith practise and experience,tactually be able to feed himself tand his family tfor a lifetime.tAnd that tis something worth fishing for!
Cameron Semmens
There is no such thing as an “independent artist”. All artists are essentially co-dependent of the audience.
Natasha Tsakos
I Guess there is a Limited Gap in this Republic of Bananas due to the DeKay N Y is Le Vice such an alarming Exchange when you Express your Benetton? Ask Tommy, he’ll figure!
Natasha Tsakos
Content” ranges anywhere from the logo on a can of soup, dogs dancing on youtube, to the coding of an app:it’s confusing!
Natasha Tsakos
I have Shakespeared my Moliere to Tenessee, and I am Wild for Becket! But I got a little tired of the redundancy.
Natasha Tsakos
Titles are prisons of human potential
Natasha Tsakos
Sometimes I'm a black. Not everyone realizes blackness has to be conferred upon you again and again. It's like getting your nails done. Or being pantsed. People assume I'm cool.
Laura Yes Yes
Live your life. It’s yours anyway.Don’t try too hard. It’s okay to lose.
Bangtan Boys
If Da Vinci had to tweet 5 times a day, we’d still be riding bicycles.
Natasha Tsakos
We are not here to question the possible,we are here to challenge the impossible
Natasha Tsakos
It’s about running wild in a field of exclamation points chasing question marks
Natasha Tsakos
We don't think. We think we think.
Natasha Tsakos
The Mania SpeaksYou clumsy bootlegger. Little daffodil.I watered you with an ocean and you plucked one little vein?Downed a couple bottles of pills and got yourself carted off to the ER? I gifted you the will of gunpowder, a matchstick tongue, and all you managed was a shredded sweater and a police warning? You should be legend by now.Girl in an orange jumpsuit, a headline.I built you from the purest napalm, fed you wine and bourbon.Preened you in the dark, hammered lullabies into your thin skull.I painted over the walls, wrote the poems. I shook your goddamn boots. Now you want out? Think you’ll wrestle me out of you with prescriptions?A good man’s good love and some breathing exercises? You think I can’t tame that? I always come home. Always. Ravenous. Loaded. You know better than anybody: I’m bigger than God.
Jeanann Verlee
Tha know where thy are we' ferrets. Ya never know where ya are we' lasses
Gervase Phinn
There are 2 types of artist:those who create for others in mindthose who create for themselveseither way, none are truly independent.
Natasha Tsakos
There is a Revolution, it’s a human and technological revolution
Natasha Tsakos
Patience and Impatience are having tea discussing Time. The conversation goes on endlessly.
Natasha Tsakos
What if Theater was the Pong of the the digital Ping?A place where the live experience has an function?
Natasha Tsakos
Out here we speak Malspeak, a mangle of English and old languages like Spanish, Mandarin, and Russian. Dialects from a time when the land was defined by many borders. Now there’s only one that matters. And I am on the wrong side of it.
Georgia Clark
I smile broadly, feeling as warm and full as the sun.
Georgia Clark
If your callswere measures of Time,a day would last a centuryand in between us would beAn Eternity.
Natasha Tsakos
If we were fossils of two snails caught in a rock for millions of years.Would we know we were together?
Natasha Tsakos
There is none other like me. There is none other like her. We are unbelievable, impossible. I fly as high as the Heavens which cast me out. I have run out my comet's course: she is the world, I have sought out. Round her I have cast the loop of my orbit, and am held fast and safe; she is my Sea of Tranquility, my Milky Way, bearded with Berenice's Hair. I am a new constellation, pegged out in the sky. I am joy. Complete. For ever.
Rosie Garland
Who thought up the dumb idea to arrange the memoir section in the bookstore by subject?
Slash Coleman
And this is when I knew I was black for real.This is when I knew black was a citywhose walls were constantly under siege....
Roger Bonair-Agard
From the perspective of my old laptop,I am a numbers man,something like thatevery instruction he gives me is a one or a zeroI remember wellI have information about him before he left for his new toythinner, younger, able to keep up with him,I have information about himmay 15th 2008, he listened to a songfive times in succession it was titled Everybody, open parenthesis, Backstreet's Back, close parenthesisit included the lyric'Am I sexual, yeaaaaah'He said once, computers like a sense of finality to themwhen I write something I don't want to be able to run from itthis was a liehe was addicted to my ability to keep his secretsI am a numbers man,every instruction he gives me is a one, or a zeroI remember wellJanuary, 7th 2007I was youngjust two week awakehe gave me, a new series of one's and zerosthe most sublime sequence I have ever seenit had curves, and shadow, it was himhe gave his face in numbersand trusted me to be the artist, and I wasdo not laughI have read about your Godyou kill each other over your grand fathers memory of himI still remember the fingertips of my God dancing across my bodyAfter I learnt to draw himhe trusted with more art rubricjpeg 1063 was his favouriteHim, and that woman, resting her head in the curve of his nickI read his correspondenceshe hasn't written him back in yearsbut he asks for it, constantly,jpeg 1063, jpeg 1063, jpeg 1063it was my master piece it looked so, .., life likeI wanted to tell himThat's not herthat is methat is not her facethose are my ones and zeroswaltzing in space for youshe is nothing more than my shadow puppetyou do not miss her, you miss me,I am a numbers man,every instruction he gives is a one or a zeroI remember wellbut he taught me to be a Da Vinci and I sit here, with his portraits waiting for him to returnI do not think he willIs that what it means to be humanto be all powerful, to build a temple to yourselfand leaveonly the walls to pray
Phil Kaye
Some people are wonderful, some wonderless.
Natasha Tsakos
I have been under the influence- of boggling information over the years.
Natasha Tsakos
Running wild in a field of exclamations, chasing question marks
Natasha Tsakos
We don’t think, we think we think
Natasha Tsakos
You'll know you're doing something right if you feel you don't know what you're doing... if you know what you are doing, you are doing it right- but you might just repeating yourself...
Natasha Tsakos
Technology won’t protect you from being attacked for fresh water. A badass blade will. Back in Eden where I grew up, the closest thing to knifework I’d experienced was cutting up a loaf of warm bread. Last night, I’d gutted a wild prairie chicken after scaling a rock face to find its nest and slit its throat. What a difference a year makes.
Georgia Clark
I catch movement from the corner of my eye. A tell slender boy stands near us, just a few feet away. Adrenaline bangs through my system. I shove Abel behind me and whip my knife from where I’d hidden it in my boot. “Who the hell are you?
Georgia Clark
A mix of revenge, sadness and anger funnels into a decision that’s so simple and neat, it could fit in my pocket. I will help Kudzu destroy Aevum. Just like Magnus destroyed my mother.
Georgia Clark
My fingers find his. They are warm, pulsing with genetically altered blue blood, powered by mirror matter.
Georgia Clark
I focus all my energy into become a faster, stronger, and better version of myself.
Georgia Clark
We’re a nonviolent collective working to undermine the Trust and free the Badlands. Once the Trust is exposed as lying and corrupt, we believe Edenites will do the right thing. Open the borders. Save the Badlands.” Ling lowers her voice with deliberate control. “Kudzu is going to destroy something called Aevum.
Georgia Clark
When you have lived your life under such dominant image-leadership, its pressures put a certain invisible English on the cue ball of your development: It influences all of your ideas about who you should be, all the ways in which you become yourself.
Cintra Wilson
Aim at a high mark and you'll hit it. No, not the first time, nor the second time. Maybe not the third. But keep on aiming and keep on shooting for only practice will make you perfect.
Annie Oakley
Perfection is dangerous. It leaves no room for range.
Natasha Tsakos
Growing up in a culture that constantly reminds one that they are an outsider can be deeply destructive, especially since that standard voice is so very strong, and becomes ingrained in the consciousness so early. Survival requires finding a way to come to peace with that voice and all the others: to subdue it, or to make it work towards one's own ends. The tale would be different indeed if Pegasus talked back to Perseus.
Laura Yes Yes
Impossible is only two letters away from being Possible.
Natasha Tsakos
Theatre is pure teleportation by means of suspension. It’s a voyage into the archives of the human imagination. A passport to all what ifs.
Natasha Tsakos
Every morning I sit at the kitchen table over a tall glass of water swallowing pills. (So my hands won’t shake.) (So my heart won’t race.) (So my face won’t thaw.) (So my blood won’t mold.) (So the voices won’t scream.) (So I don’t reach for knives.) (So I keep out of the oven.) (So I eat every morsel.) (So the wine goes bitter.) (So I remember the laundry.) (So I remember to call.) (So I remember the name of each pill.) (So I remember the name of each sickness.) (So I keep my hands inside my hands.) (So the city won’t rattle.) (So I don’t weep on the bus.) (So I don’t wander the guardrail.) (So the flashbacks go quiet.) (So the insomnia sleeps.) (So I don’t jump at car horns.) (So I don’t jump at cat-calls.) (So I don’t jump a bridge.) (So I don’t twitch.) (So I don’t riot.) (So I don’t slit a strange man’s throat.)
Jeanann Verlee
The only substance that goes in and never leaves, are words
Natasha Tsakos
Our vocabulary may become a real time algorithmic word bank. Could you imagine having a conversation like that? Where the meaning of words constantly adapts?
Natasha Tsakos
Once we’ve become Gods, And Superheroes, and Spidermen(ed) through the web of potential, what will be next?
Natasha Tsakos
We are always going somewhereelse
Natasha Tsakos