Drawing Blood Quotes

“Radicals often suspect beauty of corruption. Uptight fuckers though they sometimes are, they're right in one thing: art alone cannot change the world. Pens can't take on swords, let alone Predator drones. But as disappointment and violence spread, the antidote is a generosity that the best art can still inspire.”
― Molly Crabapple, Drawing Blood

“Talent is essential, but cash buys the opportunity for that talent to be discovered. To pretend otherwise is to spit in the face of every broke genius.”
― Molly Crabapple, Drawing Blood: A Radical Artist's Memoir of NYC Nightlife, Occupy, and Witness Journalism

“Art is hope against cynicism, creation against entropy. To make art is an act of both love and defiance.”
― Molly Crabapple, Drawing Blood

“Under bare lightbulbs, artists painted phantasmagorias powerful enough to threaten armies.”
― Molly Crabapple, Drawing Blood: A Radical Artist's Memoir of NYC Nightlife, Occupy, and Witness Journalism

“Girls like me used the Web in all the ways our parents feared. We read anarchist manifestos and exchanged lurid porn with grown men. We ruined perfectly good bottles of vodka trying to make absinthe with recipes we learned on Gothic Martha Stewart.”
― Molly Crabapple, Drawing Blood: A Radical Artist's Memoir of NYC Nightlife, Occupy, and Witness Journalism

“We clung to each other, as bookish young people often do, while waiting out the years until our real lives could begin. At”
― Molly Crabapple, Drawing Blood: A Radical Artist's Memoir of NYC Nightlife, Occupy, and Witness Journalism

“When I thought of every proposition or threat that I got just walking down the street in my girl body, I decided I might as well get paid for the trouble.”
― Molly Crabapple, Drawing Blood: A Radical Artist's Memoir of NYC Nightlife, Occupy, and Witness Journalism

“To make someone love you, see them as the person they want to be.”
― Molly Crabapple, Drawing Blood: A Radical Artist's Memoir of NYC Nightlife, Occupy, and Witness Journalism

“Globalism has less leeway for a poor country's brilliant sons.”
― Molly Crabapple, Drawing Blood