Somnambule Quotes & Sayings

When I create art, it's like holding hands with God. — Robert Mapplethorpe

If one man has a dollar he didn't work for, some other man worked for a dollar he didn't get. — Bill Haywood

The worst battle you'll have to fight is between what you know and how you feel. — Turcois Ominek

It is awkward to listen to oneself being praised, and I was always a shy man. — H. Rider Haggard

The perfume that her body exhaled was of the quality of that earth-flesh, fungi, which smells of captured dampness and yet is so dry, overcast with the odour of oil of amber, which is an inner malady of the sea, making her seem as if she had invaded a sleep incautious and entire. Her flesh was the texture of plant life, and beneath it one sensed a frame, broad, porous and sleep-worn, as if sleep were a decay fishing her beneath the visible surface. About her head there was an effulgence as of phosphorous glowing about the circumference of a body of water - as if her life lay through her in ungainly luminous deteriorations - the troubling structure of the born somnambule. — Djuna Barnes

I don't do Facebook. — Jason Medina

I didn't set out to be unusual or different. I just wanted to do things my way. — Lilly Pulitzer

I took a lot time to do the first album, and I was really happy about that album. I co-wrote the songs and it was a learning process. When I was working on that album I realized, for the first time, that I could write my own songs. — Tove Styrke

Beauty and perfection do not guarantee grace and fulfillment and are always sacrificed. Life itself seems a ritual of sacrifice, and the world the alter on which plants and animals lay down their own lives for the sustenance of others, and on which we lay our youth, our well-being, our loved ones, and finally our lives. I am an ignorant woman who has sacrificed all of these things but the last, and cannot say for whom or what I perform this unrelenting ritual. — Kate Horsley

His fabrications seemed to be the framework of a forgotten but imposing plan; some condition of life of which he was the sole surviving retainer."
--from "La Somnambule" (1937) by Djuna Barnes — Shaun Whiteside