Top 275 Quotes & Sayings by Joni Mitchell - Page 4

But now it's just another show, you leave em laughing when you go. And if you care, don't let them know, don't give yourself away.

When the spirit of child's play enters into the creative process, it's a wonderful force and something to be nurtured.

Lazy reviewers look up other people's reviews and they write the same thing, so you get people writing crap based on crap.

I've looked at life from both sides now...from win and lose, and still somehow it's life's illusions I recall I really don't know life at all.

The land of litigation, the courts are like game shows. Take what's behind the curtain the jury cries.

I was anti-intellectual to the nth. Basically I liked to dance and paint, and that was about it.

All the news of home you read, more about the war and of bloody changes.

Will you take me as I am? Strung out on another man...California, I'm comin' home.

Sex sells everything and sex kills.

I met a redneck on a Grecian isle who did the Goat Dance very well.

When I was 19 I went to art school. I had six months of teaching myself to play baritone ukulele under my belt so I was sort of a novice folkie... I was singing folk songs at that time.

Heart and humor and humility, he said will lighten up your heavy load.

I learned from admiration and osmosis.

Some get the gravy, some get the gristle.

I assume there must be some kind of genetic thrust. My two grandmothers were very different, but both of them were frustrated musicians.

I'm a fine artist working in a commercial arena, so that's my cross to bear

I never really wanted to be a star. I didn't like entering a room with all eyes on me. I still don't really like the attention of a birthday party.

I wrote 'Big Yellow Taxi' on my first trip to Hawaii. I took a taxi to the hotel and when I woke up the next morning, I threw back the curtains and saw these beautiful green mountains in the distance. Then, I looked down and there was a parking lot as far as the eye could see, and it broke my heart this blight on paradise. That's when I sat down and wrote the song.

There's a man who's been out sailing In a decade full of dreams And he takes her to a schooner And he treats her like a queen Bearing beads from California With their amber stones and green He has called her from the harbor He has kissed her with his freedom He has heard her off to starboard In the breaking and the breathing Of the water weeds While she was busy being free

You know that it never has been easy Whether you do or do not resign Whether you travel the breadth of the extremities Or stick to some straighter line.

People used to say nobody can sing my songs but me, they're too personal.

I'm not a kiss-and-teller. I never named names.

Applause, applause, life is our cause.

An artist needs a certain amount of turmoil and confusion.

We'll laugh and toast to nothing, and smash our empty glasses down.

I'm your biggest fan, California, I'm coming home

I could drink a case of you, darlin'...and I would still be on my feet, yes I would still be on my feet.

I could drink a case of you.

Love is a very hard feeling to keep alive. It's a very fragile plant.

They used to laugh at me when I refused to ride on all those double decker buses, all because there was no driver on the top.

I prefer Christmas, which is everybody's holiday. It's just my nature. I don't like to be zeroed in on en masse.

The bands and the roadies, love 'em and leave 'em. It's pleasure to try 'em, but trouble to keep 'em.

Fame is a series of misunderstandin gs surrounding a name.

Everybody's saying hell's the hippest way to go. Well, I don't think so, but I'm gonna take a look around it though.

Abstract Expressionism was invented by New York drunks.

Rolling Stone hates me. They must have an editorial policy to do me in for many years.

A little lawyer on the tube, he said, its so easy now, anyone can sue.

You can give me 400,000 hostile people and I won't even break sweat. If you give me 200 adoring people, my mouth will dry out.

Bob [Dylan] is not authentic at all. He's a plagiarist, and his name and voice are fake. Everything about Bob is a deception. We are like night and day, he and I.

You snipe so steady, you snub so snide, so rip and ready to diminish and deride.

The pirate he will sink you with a kiss, he'll steal your heart and sail away.

We're captive on the carousel of time, we can't return we can only look behind.

Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning, and the first thing that I knew there was milk and toast and honey and a bowl of oranges, too.

I like my freedom. I like to do my own grocery shopping.

He's swept with the broom of contempt and the rooms have an empty ring.

In a pure anonymous encounter you find a world alive and full of character. In New York, the street adventures are incredible. There are a thousand stories in a single block. You see the stories in people's faces. You hear the songs immediately. Here, in Los Angeles, there are fewer characters because they are all inside automobiles.

I create by feeling rather than by intellectualizing.

Does the moon play only silver when it strums the galaxy?

Fibers in a variety of colors protrude out of my skin like mushrooms after a rainstorm. They cannot be forensically identified as animal, vegetable or mineral.

I came upon a child of god, He was walking along the road And I asked him, where are you going And this he told me: "I'm going on down to Yasgur's farm I'm going to join in a rock 'n' roll band I'm going to camp out on the land, I'm going to try an' get my soul free.

Bows and flows of angel hair and ice cream castles in the air and feather canyons everywhere, I've looked at clouds that way.

I have lost my credibility as a hit maker because of these side excursions into other branches of music; by not being consistent. Consistency seems to be all-important.

He saw my complications and he mirrored me back simplified, and we laughed how our perfect world would always be denied.

My husband had an education. He had a degree in Literature. I married into a camp of literary types.

The rock & roll industry is very incestuous, and we have all been close at one time or another. A lot of beautiful music and a lot of beautiful times came from that. A lot of pain, too, because, inevitably, different relationships broke up.

I sang in art school, just to get money to smoke.

Musically, I would never run dry. Any time I sit down to an instrument, I could write a song.

Richard got married to a figure skater, and he bought her a dishwasher and a coffee percolator.

I am as constant as a northern star

I hang my laundry on the line when I write.