“Half a century later, Mitchell’s 'Blue' exists in that rarefied space beyond the influential or even the canonical.”— New York Times, nytimes.com
“If you make a good marriage, God bless you. If you make a bad marriage, become a philosopher.”— Joni Mitchell, youtube.com
“If I’m not inspired to write, I don’t. Whether it’s me as a singer or a dancer or a writer or a painter or a filmmaker or on Instagram or a mixtape, everything I do is coming out of a real need. I think Joni Mitchell is the one who said that singing, laughing, and crying come up out of the same need…”— Erykah Badu, vulture.com
“Men often wanted Mitchell to be a wife, a muse, a siren, or a star. Instead, they got a genius, and one especially suited to deconstructing their fantasies of her.”— Dan Chiasson, newyorker.com
“Mitchell writes about emotional information: who controls it, and how it is squandered or hoarded, withheld or weaponized. This requires some reconnaissance, which for Mitchell involves falling in and out of love, over and over—not so much a research method as a form of self-surgery.”— Dan Chiasson, newyorker.com
“Back in 1957 We had to dance a foot apart And they hawk-eyed us from the sidelines Holding their rulers without a heart And so with just a touch of our fingers I could make our circuitry explode All we ever wanted Was just to come in from the cold”— Joni Mitchell,
“Tomorrow is Sunday Now there's only one day left to go Till you walk by Below my window The weekends drive me mad Holidays are oh too sad 'Cause you don't go Below my window No one knows I'm here One day I just disappeared And I took these two grey rooms up here With a view When you walk by Below my…”— Joni Mitchell,
“It came to pass Like lightening striking from above Electric flash Like lightening striking from above Struck by precious love Precious, precious love So hopeless and so inspired Why do you dream flat tires? When you dream flat tires You dream flat tires”— Joni Mitchell,
“Moons and Junes and ferris wheels, the dizzy dancing way that you feel as every fairy tale comes real; I've looked at love that way. But now it's just another show. You leave 'em laughing when you go and if you care, don't let them know, don't give yourself away.”— Joni Mitchell,
“I am on a lonely road and I am traveling traveling, traveling, traveling Looking for something, what can it be? Oh i hate you some, I hate you some I love you some I love you when I forget about me I want to be strong I want to laugh along I want to belong to the living Alive, alive, want to get up…”— Joni Mitchell,
“Sometimes I'm happy Sometimes I'm blue My disposition depends on you I never mind the rain from the skies As long as I have the sun in your eyes Sometimes I love you Sometimes I hate you When I hate you It's because I love you That's how I am So what can I do I'm happy when I'm with you.”— Joni Mitchell,
“Don't know why There's no sun up in the sky Stormy weather Since my man and I ain't together Keeps rainin' all of the time Life is bare Gloom and misery everywhere Stormy weather Just can't get my poor self together I'm weary all the time All the time”— Joni Mitchell,
“I took a house by the water Took a man on a mountainside Pretty house by the water Lovely lover by the waterside Last time I saw that man Hung down his head and cried”— Joni Mitchell,
“Sitting in a park in Paris, France Reading the news and it sure looks bad They won't give peace a chance That was just a dream some of us had Still a lot of land to see But I wouldn't stay here It's too old and cold and settled in its ways here. Oh, but California California, I'm coming home I'm goi…”— Joni Mitchell,
“No regrets Coyote We just come from such different sets of circumstance I'm up all night in the studios And you're up early on your ranch You'll be brushing out a brood mare's tail While the sun is ascending And I'll just be getting home with my reel to reel There's no comprehending Just how close t…”— Joni Mitchell,
“If you're driving into town with a dark cloud above you Dial in the number who's bound to love you Oh honey you turn me on, I'm a radio I'm a country station, I'm a little bit corny I'm a wide open flower, waiting for you I'm a broadcasting tower waving for you.”— Joni Mitchell,