It used to be a very unique and
blessed experience to be able to
experience theatre and to go to
see it and only the most highest-class
people in Shakespearean times would be
let into the theatre and everyone
else would have to watch it in the square.
Nobody feels that way any more. It’s
so easily accessible on the
Internet it’s treated like McDonald’s,
it’s treated like trash…
I’m not a French fry,
I’m foie gras.
Taken from the transcription of an interview with Lady Gaga posted on How Upsetting, 2nd September 2013. Submitted by Marika.
Awake at dawn with nothing to do.
I don’t want to think about it.
Aung San Suu Kyi.
It all depends on how you interpret them.
I don’t know if I do.
At a free bar.
Oh, they’re just perfect.
Where I live now.
My third nipple.
A good mustache. A good mustache.
E.E. Cummings and Kurt Vonnegut.
Maggie and Milly and Molly and May.
“Breathe in… breathe out. Repeat.”
Daniel Craig’s interview answers in The Proust Smackdown: Three Kings and a Questionnaire, Vanity Fair Magazine, February 2012. Submitted by J.R. Solonche.
Most of them were left just where they fell.
We came to the man with big mustache;
he lay down the hills towards the river.
The Indians did not take his buckskin shirt.
The Sioux said, ‘That is a big chief. That is Long Hair.’
I don’t know. I had never seen him. The man
on the white-faced horse was the bravest man.
Two Moon, a Cheyenne chief, recalling the Battle of Little Bighorn in an interview for McClure’s Magazine, September 1898. Via Futility Closet. Submitted by Gabriel Smy.
I came to do the will of the Father. I am not Jesus Christ. I am his servant.
I am the Lord’s servant, and he has called me out of the world.
I have no part in these questions or answers that you’re seeking.
Her name is Shear Jashub. Shear Jashub Esther Isaiah.
I am the servant of the Lord, and my name is Immanuel David Isaiah.
It mattereth not how good you think this case is against me.
God hath power to deliver me out of the hands of my enemies.
By the power of God, she was delivered to us.
I received her in the bonds of marriage.
She’s had a glorious experience.
We have had many trials, but we have seen God’s power.
And she knows who I am.
Joseph Smith was arrested almost fifty times.
I’m willing to suffer whatever the Lord God will.
Death, prison or death, it mattereth not.
The whole world is in bonds and chains.
You will reap great shame and sorrow.
I have more compassion for Shear Jashub Esther Isaiah than you do.
I have been obedient unto God Almighty.
Why should I submit to your accusations?
My name is Immanuel David Isaiah.
I say that your question is an accusation.
I never raped anybody. I never raped anybody.
I have only done what the Lord God Almighty commanded me to do.
You’re asking me to talk about things that are sacred and holy.
Composed of selected quotations from an interview with Brian David Mitchell, conducted on 12 March 2003. Some punctuation has been added. Submitted by Laura Elizabeth Woollett.
One of the lines began standing out
It was the line that ran along the side of the nose
approximately where the bone ends
and the cartilage begins
I actually grew annoyed with this line’s insistence
and erased it
hoping to quiet its demands
but it only added significance
and so I drew it back in
Paper never forgets though
and that line kept its heat and at times
I could see little else
Looking back and forth from mirror to paper
the line started taking
its place on the surface of my skin
When my eyes weren’t on that line
but focused elsewhere
it would begin a trampy little dance for attention
in bright magentas and blues until my eyes
would dart over to see
and back to flesh it would go. . .
Taken from an interview with the artist Ian Ingram on the blog Venetian Red, 23 May 2011. Several punctuation marks have been removed, along with one ‘and’ at the end of line 1. Submitted by Grace Andreacchi.
I don’t mind snakes
they’ve been quite
you know: snakes
going up legs
and snakes everywhere
warm on your skin
lots of snakes
like giant white albino pythons
I don’t mind them
so it’s all right
I don’t mind them
I quite like them
if you didn’t I mean
Taken from an interview with Kate Moss in The Times, 26th January 2012. The interviewer’s questions and some punctuation removed. Submitted by Thom.
I remember running
across the sand at Seaforth beach
when I was three
chasing a red bouncing ball
and hearing my aunt scream
before picking me up
her stepping between silver studs
in the sand
I’d run into a minefield
There was no red ball
It was the family dog
that I had chased
It had been blown up
(From Roger McGough: this much I know. Submitted by Lisa Oliver)
But then sometimes it’s time
for the nerd to come along and say,
I’m actually not that strong.
I actually don’t believe that I’m that good,
and I actually don’t believe that all of my intentions are that pure.
Actually, sometimes I’m a fucking asshole.
And everyone is, and you relate to that.
From an interview with pop artist Ben Folds published in the Charleston City Paper. Submitted by Paul.
I’m not going to lie,
it can be fun
throwing money over a naked midget
in one of the most famous
gangster strip clubs in America.
But after a while,
throwing money around is not sensible,
even if the midget is willing.
Dizzee Rascal in an interview with the Guardian, Thursday 21 June 2012. Submitted by Marika Rose.
So it’s perfectly
possible to live
a broadly satisfying life
all on your own, communing
with high art, being a lonely
heroic figure that walks
that long, dramatic path to
the piano centre stage.
This all works fine
as long as you cling
to the notion that the music
you’re playing is written
by dead, distant gods.
On the other hand, it all
blows apart when you start
integrating living composers,
as all the fixed points get swept
away; all composers take
on a human face, the church-like reverence
disappears, and suddenly audiences
become a collection of individuals
who may or may not
like what you’re doing. Promoters
start getting nervous, so you,
have to start communicating
fast. That’s why.
From An Interview with Joanna MacGregor on SoundCircus. Submitted by Andrew Bailey.