Nobody Dies A Virgin Kurt Cobain Quotes & Sayings

I came through folk music simply because it was easy to get into it. — Joni Mitchell

Nobody dies a virgin... Life fucks us all. — Kurt Cobain

Interpretations of Muslim assimilation have gravitated between two arguments: that Muslims will remain as permanent outsiders or that Muslims will blend in with little difficulty at all. Mucahit Bilici demonstrates how wanting these arguments are. Finding Mecca in America takes us into the uncharted territory of what it is actually like to be Muslim immigrants in the United States. I am especially impressed by the study's theoretical depth and empirical insights. — Robert Wuthnow

Nobody dies a virgin...life fucks us — Kurt Cobain

New York! The white prisons, the sidewalks swarming with maggots, the breadlines, the opium joints that are built like palaces, the kikes that are there, the lepers, the thugs, and above all, the ennui, the monotony of faces, streets, legs, houses, skyscrapers, meals, posters, jobs, crimes, loves ... A whole city erected over a hollow pit of nothingness. Meaningless. Absolute meaningless. — Henry Miller

I had always done theater in extracurricular ways. I'd never been a drama major. — Sigourney Weaver

I am part of an age-old profession of musicianship. I believe these times require grounding, real-ness and fun. Let's do it. Whatever happens is all good. — Jane Siberry

I start, because if I don't, then everything just stays the same. — Brenna Yovanoff

If only people stopped acting like they've been asked to donate a lung every time somebody asks for something the world would be a better place — Alina Radoi

Public office is the last refuge of the scoundrel. — Boies Penrose

When you're starving or wrapped up in a cycle of binge-ing-and-purging, or sexually obsessed with (someone), it is very hard to think about anything else, very hard to see the larger picture of options that is your life, very hard to consider what else you might need or want or fear were you not so intently focused on one crushing passion. I sat in my room every night, with rare exceptions, for three and a half years ... — Caroline Knapp