Nick Cave Quotes

Hit it! With words like Blood, Soldier and Mother...

Bunny takes another bite of his Big Mac and knows what everybody who is into this sort of things knows - that with its flaccid bun, its spongy meat, the cheese, the slimy little pickle and, of course, the briny special sauce, biting into a Big Mac is as close to eating pussy as, well, eating pussy.

The concept of God in America is very different than it is in England. Because we see the horrendous outcome of religion as being an American thing, in which the name of God has been hijacked by a gang of psychopaths and bullies and homophobes, and the name of God has been used for their own twisted agendas. So that if you mention God, or a belief in God, in England, it's almost automatically associated with that kind of thinking. Religion's gotten a really bad name.

Oh! God! Please let me die beneath her fists!

Here is the hammer, that build the scaffold, and built the box...

Ah wassa born...
And Lord shakin', even then was dumpt into some icy font,
Like some great stinky unclean!
From slum-chuch to slum-church, ah spilt mah heart to some fat cunt behind a screen...

Love is a state that I would like to exist in continuously.

'O come to me!, O come to me!' is what the dirty city say to Huck.

Straight in the arms of the city goes Huck,
Down the beckonin' streets of op-po-tunity,
Whistling his favorite river-song...
And a bad-blind nigger at the piano puts a sinister blooo lilt into that sing-a-long,
Huck senses something's wrong!

Who's that yonder all in flames?
Draggin' behind him a sack of chains
Who's that yonder all in flames?
Up jumped the Devil and staked his claim

The mo-o-o-on, its huge cycloptic eye,
Watches the city streets contract, twist and cripple and crack.

Do I personally believe in a personal God? No.

O the same God that abandon'd her,
Has in turn abandon'd me,
Deep in the Desert of Despair,
I wait at the Well of Misery.

Express thyself! Say something loudly! Aaaaaaah!
What's in that room, Sonny?

God has matured. He is not the impulsive, bowelless being of the Testaments - the vehement glorymonger, with His bag of cheap carny tricks and his booming voice - the fiery huckster with his burning bushes and his wonder wands. Nowadays God knows what He wants and He knows who He wants.