Quotes from Ani DiFranco

Men make angry music and it's called rock-and-roll; women include anger in their vocabulary and suddenly they're angry and militant.

If more people were screamin', I could relax.

I would like to perfect the art of being studiously aloof

I am getting nowhere with you and I can't let you go and I cant get through.

It seems that different people have an idea of what I am, and what I should be. And then there's me.

If you're not getting happier as you get older, then you're fuckin' up

spring is super in the supermarkets and the strawberries prance and glow never mind that they're all kinda tart and tasteless as strawberries go meanwhile wild things are not for sale anymore than they are for show so i'll be outside, in love with the kind of beauty it takes more than eyes to know

The bathroom mirror has not budged, the woman who lives there can tell the truth from the stuff they say and looks me in the eye- says do you prefer the easy way? No? Well ok then, dont cry.

fate is not just whose cooking smells good, but which way the wind blows

Everyone is a fuckin' Napoleon.

There's a paradox in every paradigm.

a lesson must be lived in order to be learned and the clarity to see and stop this now that is what i've earned

I try to laugh at whatever life brings...

and I try to draw the line but it ends up running down the middle of me most of the time.

I've played the powerless in too many dark scenes. I was blessed with a birth and a death and I guess I just want some say in between

I am not a pretty girl. I don't want to be a pretty girl. No, I want to be more than a pretty girl.

I make such a good statistic, somebody should study me now; somebody's gotta be interested in how I feel, just cause I'm here, and I'm real.

Up up up up up up points the spire of the steeple but god's work isn't done by god it's done by people

I've been waiting for sleep to offer up the day with both hands.

If you don't live what you sing about, your mirror is gonna fade.

Art is why I get up in the morning, but my definition ends there. You know, it doesn't seem fair that I'm living for something I can't even define, but there you are, right there, in the meantime.

I am a work in progress Dressed in the fabric of a world unfolding Offering me intricate patterns of questions Rhythms that never come clean And strengths that you still haven't seen

I do it for the joy it brings, cause I'm a joyful girl. 'Cause the world owes us nothing, we owe each other the world.

How come I can pick my ears but not my nose?