Quotes About Obscurity

We're Cheap Trick, and the majority of people know about three songs, and the real huge fans know about eight. There are 292 songs people have never heard.

On our first album, 'Sounding the Seventh Trumpet,' we were listening to more obscure heavy metal bands and hardcore bands.

Nothing is easier to avoid than publicity. If one genuinely doesn't want it, one doesn't get it.

I have no intent. I have no reason to live, that's all. When I'm gone, I don't want to be remembered.

I always thought that, in a way, you want your Superman to be a total unknown.

I still have anonymity, which is great. I can go out anywhere I want and no one ever recognizes me.

The creatures I seek do not want to be seen.

Darkness was anathema to shadows.

Every artist was haunted by lies. Every artist fought to find truths. Every artist failed. Some turned back, embracing those comforting lies. Others took their own lives in despair. Still others drank themselves into the barrow, or poisoned everyone who drew near enough to touch, to wound. Some simply gave up, and wasted away in obscurity. A few discovered their own mediocrity, and this was the cruellest discovery of all. None found their way to the truths.

She saw her breath curl in a white stream, drawn inward to the darkness beyond.

The proudest candle vanishes unseen into a raging house-fire, with none to recount the beauty of its delicate glow, or the dignity of its desire.

For what is genius, I ask you, but the capacity to be obsessed? ...We have all been geniuses, you and I; but sooner or later it is beaten out of us, the glory faded, and by the age of seven most of us are nothing but wretched little adults.

I'm actually writing a short story about a photographer who went completely insane trying to take a close up photo of the horizon.

All he saw of the house, as Taropat carried him through its dim-lit rooms, were picture fragments: a high-backed chair: a tilted painting of a frowning face: the gleam of a crystal ball on a cluttered table; a tattered cloth hung from the ceiling; cracked pain on the walls beside the stairs.

He could see little of the man, other than the shadow of a face, dark garments, the long, expressive hands. His black boots were polished to a high, silken lustre, the feet crossed at the ankles.

Othman prowled the lanes of Little Moor, dragging his intentions behind him like smoke.

Our first record, 'Huey Lewis And The News', was seen by no one - it sold 25 copies.

There are so many people in the world and not everybody knows who I am, some people do, but I just don't think a lot of people know who I am.

There are some things that I write that I know are personal in a way, or the gag is so obscure that it's just for me, and there's other things that could basically be for anybody or be anything, at least until the lyrics start to get written.

Some things in literature are inexplicable.

I guess I just always imagined that I was going to die, like, somehow on top. I was going to, like, go out in some sort of blaze of glory. I never thought about sort of fading into obscurity. And I've worked so hard at having a life, an identity, in obscurity and finding peace with that.

Love has its own dark morality when rivalry enters in.

She was invisible. Forgettable. Forgotten.

We learn that all life is scarce yet abundant. Profane yet sacred. Loving yet hateful. Enlightened yet obscured. Isolated yet collective. That life is somehow derived from love.