Quotes About Graffiti

The cream-tiled walls were spattered here and there with old dried bloodstains, deep gouges that might have been clawmarks, and all kinds of graffiti. As usual, someone had spelt Cthulhu wrongly.

It's as if I have my own persona satan trolling at my shoulder, sowing doubt at every turn. The little divil sprays emotional graffiti all over the walls of my self-respect. But the little divil is me, so why would I put myself through this?

Athens somehow manages to be bright white and grubby at the same time. The most beautiful freshly painted neoclassical homes are defaced with new graffiti. Ancient ruins are everywhere, of course, but seem to have little to do with anything else. It's Los Angeles with a past.

When I was young I was constantly reading walls; I took in everything written on walls, from love messages to political messages. It was my hobby and became my art.

I didn't start doing graffiti until two years after I got to New York. Jean Michel Basquiat was one of my main inspirations for doing graffiti. For a year I didn't know who Jean Michel was, but I knew his work.

I guess if I was made responsible for every single line of dialogue in a game and every single piece of textual visual detail, every sign or piece of graffiti, then yes, I think that would be comparable to the time and effort required to write a very long novel, indeed.

The trains were the beating heart of the New York graffiti scene.

The city fought a $300 million, 18-year war on graffiti. New York Mayor John Lindsay declared war in 1972, and the battle for the transit system came later.

I don't think you should have to pay to look at graffiti. You should only pay if you want to get rid of it.

Megan Meade's Guide to the McGowan Boys Entry Ten Observation #1: Boys have immature ways of making their points. Like leaving you without a ride to school. Or flattening your tires. Or spray-painting really obvious graffiti involving pictures of pee. Observation #2: Boys can chill you out with just the sound of their voices. At least Finn can.

Visit any public school toilet and look at the graffiti. You'll see that when children are interested, they can learn to spell quite complicated words.

Maybe I should add some graffiti to spice it up. For a good time call the Consort. Beast Lord eats your food and turns into a lion in his sleep. Mahon has hemorrhoids. Boudas do it better. Warning, paranoid attack jaguar on the prowl…

vandal, Mole

Law breaking, graffiti artist, dumb jock that I am, I'm pretty socially conscious.

Someone had carved into the metal wall, a corroded scrawl I hadn't noticed before. The words were upside-down—etched higher than I could reach—but easy to read: LOIS YOU SUCK BUTT! Suck butt, I said. You suck butt. What a crazy thing to do. I didn't want to think about it. That's dumb, I told myself.

No matter how the official narrative of this turns out, it seemed to Heidi, these are the places we should be looking, not in newspapers or television but at the margins, graffiti, uncontrolled utterances, bad dreamers who sleep in public and scream in their sleep.

Even the leftover carats of tar in the gutter, so black they seemed to suck the light out of the air. By nightfall kids had come across them: every sidewalk on the block was scribbled with obscenities and hearts.

There is a tradition that sees journalism as the dark side of literature, with book writing at its zenith. I don't agree. I think that all written work constitutes literature, even graffiti.

When I was growing up in the 1980s in the Midlands, I felt abandoned and misunderstood. Then I chose drum 'n' bass and graffiti as my subcultures - which didn't really help.

Judge Crater - please call your office.

Someone had painted FUK U on the dented trunk. What does it say about the literacy rate when you can even spell fuck. It's sad, Eve decided.

For me, graffiti and the complexities with which it is either absorbed or expelled from what is going on, is a really good comparison to the way I see my work being similarly expelled or absorbed into different types of discourse.

There was a great jagged hole where they had ripped out the fireplace; the wall around it was crowded with faded graffiti explain who loved who, who was gay and who should fuck off.

Graffiti art brings you back to your human skills - your spirit and what your being is really about.