A good artist is willing to die many times over. What's funny is, I've died so many times.
Billy CorganRead
Indie world won't have me, and mainstream world treats me like an alien, but here I am still floating between these two worlds.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote expresses a feeling of isolation between two contrasting worlds, highlighting the challenge of fitting in.
Billy Corgan conveys a sense of belonging neither to the indie music scene nor to the mainstream industry. This highlights an internal struggle as he navigates his identity as an artist caught between two very different cultural circles, suggesting that while he feels alienated, he continues to exist and create in this unique space.
Themes
IndieMainstreamIdentityArtistAlienation
In practice
Example use cases
During a panel on artistic identity, one might use this quote to illustrate the struggles of being an artist.
More from Billy Corgan
All quotes βRock & roll is not about what you play, it's about how you play it.
Billy CorganRead
Similar quotes
If only someone else could paint what I see, it would be marvellous, because then I wouldnt have to paint at all.
Alberto GiacomettiRead
By close-ups of the things around us, by focusing on hidden details of familiar objects, by exploring commonplace milieus under the ingenious guidance of the camera, the film, on the one hand, extends our comprehension of the necessities which rule our lives; on the other hand, it manages to assure us of an immense and unexpected field of action.
Walter BenjaminRead
All I know is when I start getting serious about songwriting... it's like a playground. All responsibilities slip away and you're with your essence. There can be delight there and self-discovery. You can dance there... I think of it as my serious playground.
Laura NyroRead
It's such a pleasant surprise when you come on set and you find someone in charge like Ken Branagh or James Ivory. You know that you're going to do a day's work and at the end of it, it's going to be good.
Anthony HopkinsRead
Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic there was in them! They seemed to be able to give a plastic form to formless things, and to have a music of their own as sweet as that of viol or of lute. Mere words! Was there anything so real as words?
Oscar WildeRead
I have always held the old-fashioned opinion that the primary object of work of fiction should be to tell a story.
Wilkie CollinsRead