Just Kids {quotes}

“No one expected me. Everything awaited me.”

“Where does it all lead? What will become of us? These were our young questions, and young answers were revealed. It leads to each other. We become ourselves.”

“Everything distracted me, but most of all myself.”

“I learned from him that often contradiction is the clearest way to truth”

“I imagined myself as Frida to Diego, both muse and maker. I dreamed of meeting an artist to love and support and work with side by side.”


“I don’t think,” he insisted. “I feel.”

“Who can know the heart of youth but youth itself?”
“So my last image was as the first. A sleeping youth cloaked in light, who opened his eyes with a smile of recognition for someone who had never been a stranger.”

The artist seeks contact with his intuitive sense of the gods, but in order to create his work, he cannot stay in this seductive and incorporeal realm. He must return to the material world in order to do his work. It’s the artist’s responsibility to balance mystical communication and the labor of creation.”


“Yet you could feel a vibration in the air, a sense of hastening. It had started with the moon, inaccessible poem that it was. Now men had walked upon it, rubber treads on a pearl of the gods. Perhaps it was an awareness of time passing, the last summer of the decade. Sometimes I just wanted to raise my hands and stop. But stop what? Maybe just growing up.”


  • “We used to laugh at our small selves, saying that I was a bad girl trying to be good and that he was a good boy trying to be bad. Through the years these roles would reverse, then reverse again, until we came to accept our dual natures. We contained opposing principles, light and dark.”
– “When we got to the part where we had to improvise an argument in a poetic language, I got cold feet. “I can’t do this,” I said. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Say anything,” he said. “You can’t make a mistake when you improvise.”
“What if I mess it up? What if I screw up the rhythm?”
“You can’t,” he said. “It’s like drumming. If you miss a beat, you create another.”
In this simple exchange, Sam taught me the secret of improvisation, one that I have accessed my whole life.”
– “We went our separate ways, but within walking distance of one another.”
– “I had no proof that I had the stuff to be an artist, though I hungered to be one.”
–  “I immersed myself in books and rock ‘n’ roll, the adolescent salvation …”

– “We wanted, it seemed, what we already had, a lover and a friend to create with, side by side. To be loyal, yet be free.”
–  “Why can’t I write something that would awake the dead? That pursuit is what burns most deeply.”

“I thought to myself that he contained a whole universe that I had yet to know.”
“Both of them were ahead of their time, but they didn’t live long enough to see the time they were ahead of.”
 – “There were days, rainy gray days, when the streets of Brooklyn were worthy of a photograph, every window the lens of a Leica, the view grainy and immoble. We gathered our colored pencils and sheets of paper and drew like wild, feral children into the night, until, exhausted, we fell into bed. We lay in each other’s arms, still awkward but happy, exchanging breathless kisses into sleep.”

– “I understood that in this small space of time we had mutually surrendered our loneliness and replaced it with trust.”

– “Later he would say that the Church led him to God, and LSD led him to universe. He also said that art led him to the devil, and sex kept him with the devil.”

– “Paths that cross will cross again.”
  – “We were as Hansel and Gretel and we ventured out into the black forest of the world.”
 – “What is the soul? What color is it? I suspected my soul, being mischievous, might slip away while I was dreaming and fail to return. I did my best not to fall asleep, to keep it inside of me where it belonged.”
 – “I’m certain, as we filled down the great staircase, that I appeared the same as ever, a moping twelve years-old, all arms and legs. But secretly I knew I had been transformed, moved by the revelation that human beings create art, that to be an artist was to see what others could not.”
– “I wish I could just project everything on the paper,”

– “We were walking toward the fountain, the epicenter of activity, when an older couple stopped and openly observed us. Robert enjoyed being noticed, and he affectionately squeezed my hand.

“oh, take their picture,” said the woman to her bemused husband, “I think they’re artists.”
“Oh, go on,” he shrugged. “They’re just kids.”
– “We never had any children,” he said ruefully. “Our work was our children.”

– “I preferred an artist who transformed his time, not mirrored it.” –
reference to Andy Warhol”
Patti Smith 


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