Art gets what it wants and art gets what it deserves.
I died in my dreams
What's that supposed to mean?
Got lost in the fire
I died in my dreams
Reaching out for your hand
My fatal desire.
— Paris for me... was more than living on the streets... and trying to put it on the paper, do you know what I mean?
— My dream has always been to just run away and become an artist... living in a garret, poor but free.
— You wouldn't last two days. There's no hot water and hardly ever any caviar.
— I happen to hate caviar. And I hate people telling me what dreams I should and shouldn't have. I'm sorry. You're right. Well, all right. Everybody expects me to be this delicate little flower, which I'm not. I'm sturdy. I'm strong as a horse. I'm here to do something, not just sit around and be decorative.
When you want something very much the Law of Attraction comes into play.
There’s a fine line between what we want and what we need.
And all the monkeys aren't in the zoo
Every day you meet quite a few
So you see it's all up to you
You can be better than you are
You could be swingin' on a star.
I find it hard to tell you how I want to run away
I understand it always makes you feel a certain way
I don't want to hear about what to do
I don't want to do it just to do it for you
I find it hard to say the things I want to say the most