Quotes from Tiffanie DeBartolo

It is impossible to become less of yourself by doing something you really wanna do. You can only become less by not doing it.

All my life I waited for someone who would say things like that to me. And for someone I didn't feel alone in the presence of. Someone who understood. Someone who would make me feel like it wasn't just me against the world.

You can't wait forever for something, and then say it's too late when the time finally comes, even if every shred of incentive inside you has been lost.

I was looking for someplace to store all the things I was feeling - the friction, the contradictions, the unmerciful truth - but my heart, my soul, my eyes and ears and even my toes were locking their doors. They wouldn't let me in. For safety reasons. I had no choice but the throw the feelings away.

The phrase what I want struck me. It contains so much entitlement, so many complications, but encompasses only what a person doesn't have.

It's never the truth that changes.

The question is one of faith. Faith in my talent. Faith in my decisions. And faith in the idea that the truth, even if it can't pay my bills, can still set me free. 

Maybe I'm weak for music men. Maybe I'm weak, period. But I couldn't deny I was charmed by his arrogant, fool-ish guise.

Popular music is a microcosm of the culture, Eliza. It reflects the mentality of the population.

It was a metaphysical perception that an end could never come to a person who was more alive than anyone I'd ever known.

I imagined the towns were filled with people like me - lonely people who wanted to fly away, who wanted more from life than a dreary existence of one-stop shopping, but either didn't know what that meant, or didn't have the guts to go out and find it.

It's about goddamn time! I've been sending you telepathic messages for ten minutes!

I could actually see LOVE—not words, not an emotion, not an abstract concept or a subjective state of mind, but a living, breathing thing.

I give off good vibes, kids, dogs, and middle-aged divorcées like me

Emily didn't search to belong, she searched to be lost

That's the only way I could describe the music. It was the sonic equivalent of flight

It's bad enough when people I know fuck with my life, but when pretentious bass players interfere with my destiny, then I really get pissed.

Eliza, my pancreas.

I went home feeling so unbearably alone I actually thought there was a possibility I could drop dead before the night was over.

Sometimes the most consequential moments in my life originate from a state of completely witless human auto-pilot.

The world is filled with people who are no longer needed—and who try to make slaves of all of us—and they have their music and we have ours. Theirs, the wasted songs of a superstitious nightmare—and without their musical and ideological miscar-riages to compare our Song of freedom to, we'd not have any opposite to compare music with—and like the drifting wind, hitting against no obstacle, we'd never knows its speed, its power.

Why didn't you tell me?" Vera looked cautious. "Tell you what? I said he was talented.""Talent? That's not talent. Talent is Liza Minnelli tap-dancing and singing at the same time. What I just saw was devastation. Dying man on the cross. Salvation in B minor. An ejaculation of truth.

Sometimes I would open my eyes when we were kissing, I would watch him and I could see it. I could actually see LOVE- not an emotion, not an abstract concept or a subjective state of mind, but a living, breathing thing. I'd known for a long time that LOVE had a sound, but after Adam left, I wasn't sure it had a face and body too.

Reach out and touch faith.