Quotes from Joni Mitchell

I'm a little young for retirement.

With a painting, you don't have to go back and paint it again.

When you're trying to pass on the best of the stuff you're culling to what should be a hungry culture but you have it diminished... that's kind of disappointing.

White rhythm is waltzes, marches, and the polka. In Africa, rhythm is used for a celebratory groove, but white rhythm doesn't have such an enormous vocabulary of spirits. It's basically militant.

I hate show business.

We are stardust, we are golden and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.

Don't it always seem to go, that you don't know what you've got till it's gone.

We love our lovin'....but not like we love our freedom.

All romantics meet the same fate some day. Drunk and cynical and boring someone in some dark cafe.

you dont know what you got till its gone

Love is touching souls.

Chase away the demons, and they will take the angels with them.

people will tell you were they have gone, they'll tell you where to go, but until you get there for yourself you never really know.

So many things I would have done, but clouds got in my way.

Will you take me as I am? Strung out on another man...California, I'm comin' home.

It's life's illusions that I recall, I really don't know life at all

Just before our love got lost you said I am as constant as a northern star And I said, constantly in the darkness, Where's that at? If you want me I'll be in the bar.

I could drink a case of you, darlin'...and I would still be on my feet, yes I would still be on my feet...

Oh you're in my blood like holy wine You taste so bitter and so sweet Oh I could drink a case of you darling And I would still be on my feet Oh I would still be on my feet

everything comes and goes; pleasure moves on too early and trouble leaves too slow

There are things to confess that enrich the world, and things that need not be said.

Daydreamin' drugs the pain of living.

We are stardust Billion-year old carbon And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden

And the seasons they go 'round and 'round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look behind From where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game.