Lou Reed Quotes - Page 8

You know, some people got no choice, and they can never find a voice, to talk with that they can even call their own. So the first thing that they see, that allows them the right to be, why they follow it, you know, it's called bad luck.

Valium would have helped that bash.

Over what guilty spirit to not hear the beating, to not hear the beating, but only tears of perfect moan, only tears of perfect moan.

My attitude is that you very rarely come in contact with someone of Master Ren's level, so every opportunity I could get to learn from him I wanted to do that.

There were lots of things that I recognized from my experience with Eagle Claw and Wu Hao, and here was the combination of the whole kit and kaboodle, the whole tamale in one.

Well all tai chi has the martial aspect to it, a lot of people don't know, a lot of the teachers won't show it, or they do show it but you don't really learn it, what the application is.

Looking through the viewfinder for me is like being in a movie theater. That's what I like about it.

To wish for the crazy times one last time and freeze it in the memory of a camera is the least a great artist can do.

The gay people know where I'm at. Straight people may not know where I'm at, but they find it kind of interesting when they show up and see what is sitting around them.

I shot a vein in my neck and coughed up a quaalude.

Senator, it has been reported that you have had illegal congress with your mother.

When I was in college, I had a jazz radio show. I called it 'Excursion on a Wobbly Rail,' after a Cecil Taylor song. I used to run around the Village following Ornette Coleman wherever he played.

Here comes Jesse Jackson, he talks of common ground. Does that common ground include me, or is it just a sound?

I don't like the word rock opera, but I'm trying to write on that level that's reserved for plays still, or novels.

Writhe and sway to music's pain searing with asides, caress death with a lover's touch for it shall be your bride.

It's just a temporary thing.

I wish I had a talking book that told me how to act and look, a talking book that contained keys to past and present memories

Honey, I'm a cocksucker, what are you?

People think that I work out but it's all t'ai chi.

When he beat my mother it made me so mad.

The sickness of the mother runs on through the girl, leaving her small and helpless. Liquor flies through her brain with the force of a gun, leaving her running in circles.

Families that live out in the suburbs often make each other cry.

I've made love to my mother, killed my father, and my brother. What am I to do?

Some even claim that I'm a terror, a dictator and they're right.