Monica Drake Quotes & Sayings

When life sucks, throw yourself into art. — Monica Drake

In the middle of a wrist's suicide slash-line, below the layered skin and above the pulse, there's an acupuncture point that says, Get back to who you were meant to be. This is the heart spot, the center. Your whole life the skin on that place will stay closest to being a baby's skin, as close as you can get anymore to the way you started, the way you once thought you'd always be. — Monica Drake

Outside the window, one lone car passed and threw a violent blast of rainwater over the sidewalk. It was a storm, by now. Looking at that rain, I was falling deeply in love with our warm bar. What could you do, with a world like that? I was in love with every minute of being alive even as I floundered. — Monica Drake

I asked the cardiologist why an electrocardiogram was called an EKG, instead of an ECG.
He said, "Nazis. Nazis invented the machine."
After he left, I found a napkin on my breakfast tray and wrote that down: EKG = Nazis. — Monica Drake

He said, "Only you." I was alone and he was alone and we had nothing in common short of being human at night. — Monica Drake

The only value of wasted time is knowledge. — Monica Drake

The Buddhists say if you meet somebody and your heart pounds, your hands shake, your knees go weak, that's not the one. When you meet your 'soul mate' you'll feel calm. No anxiety, no agitation. — Monica Drake

To read 'Happy Talk' is to crash a party as vivid and surreal as Felini's 8. It's the business of show business, the American dream, told by a chorus of Americans locked just outside of that dream, outside of the United States, relegated to expatriate status on the shores of Haiti. Melo paints a version of Haiti that's an interior landscape perhaps even more than an externalized place. This Haiti is a plan, a memory, a morphine-drip fueled dream out to bond its inhabitants forever. — Monica Drake

Maybe da Vinci didn't serve lamb in his painting of the Last Supper, but there was room for interpretation. Jesus himself was the lamb led to the slaughter. — Monica Drake

Ooo la la! That kiss was fine, and it was full of all the words I didn't need to say. — Monica Drake