“Then he smiles because he knows deep in his bones that his dad has gone and said something really funny probably. He kicks off his sheet and slides his feet into his slippers. Bunny sits in the living room, slumped… — Nick Cave Copy Share Image
“And I know why our friendship must be kept a secret. Or they will kill You like they killed You in the Bible. And… — Nick Cave Copy Share
I want to write songs that are so sad, the kind of sad where you take someone's little finger and break it in three… — Nick Cave Copy Share
“Through these days Bunny made increasingly frequent and protracted visits to the bathroom, beating off with a single-minded savagery intense even by Bunny's standards.… — Nick Cave Copy Share
That's what we [outsiders] feel America is really about - the kind of crazed ravings of the Christian right - when it's probably something… — Nick Cave Copy Share
“My relationship with my muse is a delicate one at the best of times and I feel that it is my duty to protect… — Nick Cave Copy Share
I'm kind of old-school and love nothing more than sitting, opening a book, and reading it. But I also love listening to audio books. — Nick Cave Copy Share
Early on I realized when you write a song about someone, it flatters them on some level, and gives you a lot of room… — Nick Cave Copy Share
My father was a teacher and my mother also worked in the school, so the family has a background in education. — Nick Cave Copy Share
I think it's an essential fact for any performer or artist to fail as poignantly as they can succeed. — Nick Cave Copy Share
To my undying shame, I do read reviews. I don't read them all, but I like to get some kind of idea how things… — Nick Cave Copy Share
Brother, be a brother, fill this tiny cup of mine. And please, sir, make it whiskey: I have no head for wine! — Nick Cave Copy Share
When you've been initiated, you can stand in the world differently. And I think it is up to all of us, we can have… — Nick Cave Copy Share
Polly Jean, I love you. I love the texture of your skin, the taste of your saliva, the softness of your ears. I love… — Nick Cave Copy Share
