Widow Basquiat Quotes

Don't cry over anything that can't cry over you

You can leave but you can always come back. You can live here again. Life can be a circle, not just a line.

He always appreciated expensive things, as if consuming them would make him valuable.

But the reason I decided to go to New York was because I had seen Iggy Pop and I thought I had seen God. And because I had sent to Interview magazine for Rene Ricard's first book of poetry, The Blue Book. I had never sent for anything before but something told me to do this. I had read that book over and over again like a Bible. I realized that a book can reach out and embrace you like an arm and make you walk away from everything you thought you understood.

Don't worry, honey, Suzanne's mother says to Suzanne. One day you'll set the world on fire.

Every time Suzanne thinks about her mother's sulfur-blue eyes it rains.

What most people don’t understand about Jean-Michel is that his crazy behavior had nothing to do with being an enfant terrible. Everything he did was an attack on racism and I loved him for this.

I don't believe in God. But I do believe that each of us has some sort of inner dynamic, that we are not always aware of, that guides us in life to witness certain profound things. These profound things change us forever and bring us closer to our ultimate selves. My relationship with Jean-Michel Basquiat and the death of Michael Stewart were experiences of this nature.

I realized that a book can reach out and embrace you like an arm and make you walk away from everything you thought you understood.

don’t believe in God. But I do believe that each of us has some sort of inner dynamic, that we are not always aware of, that guides us in life to witness certain profound things. These profound things change us forever and bring us closer to our ultimate selves.

You can’t get your arms to stop making circles in the air if you never say good-bye.

The smell of his sweat came out of my pores.

I realized that a book can reach out and embrace you like an arm and make you walk away from you thought you understood.

High heels are a plot against women, they throw our spines out and stop us from standing on the ground.

He paints a simple square house with a triangle roof that has an "S" inside, "Because, Suzanne, you are my home.

He loved to shock, even with generosity. It was like punching someone.

A lot of the early jazz artists, of course, couldn't even walk through the front door of the hotels and clubs they were playing in and had to enter through back doors and kitchens, and I think Jean felt this was a metaphor for his place in the art world: he had entered through the back door. He broke into the white art world in a way that had never been done before by any black.

He refuses to sell his paintings and writes "NOT FOR SALE" on some of them. He is furious because people are writing about his ghetto childhood and call him a "graffiti artist" and "primitive." "They don't invent a childhood for white artists," he says.

Jean was black and had to present himself as separate from graffiti somehow. Keith was gay and white and could glamorize graffiti in a way that Jean could not. Jean and Keith both understood this.

Suzanne's mother says, 'Children, you don't need to be going and leaving and looking for a rainbow. The rainbow is here.

But she does not believe in God. And she breaks all her promises.