The world is a hellish place, and bad writing is destroying the quality of our suffering. It cheapens and degrades the human experience, when it should inspire and elevate.
TOM WAITS, "Strange Innocence", Vanity Fair, July 2001
Inside a broken clock
Splashing the wine
With all the rain dogs
Taxi, we'd rather walk
Huddle a doorway with the Rain Dogs
For I am a Rain Dog, too
TOM WAITS, "Rain Dogs"
How do the angels get to sleep when the devil leaves the porch light on?
TOM WAITS, "Mr. Siegal", Heartattack and Vine
I think that's the thing about fame or any notoriety. It's an illusion that you don't have to play by the rules anymore, the rules of life.
TOM WAITS, "Strange Innocence", Vanity Fair, July 2001
