Andy Warhol always lived according to things as they were. That was his great strength: he took what came. “He believed you shouldn’t alter the way things really are…They have to happen just the way things happen even if it happened to himself.”
— Gretchen Berg from Alice Sedgwick Wohl’s book: As It Turns Out: Thinking About Edie and Andy
Some people are born with attitude, but if you weren’t, you can cultivate it. If you’re filled with self-doubt, your capacity for attitude may be dormant, but you can develop it. Don’t forget, it doesn’t have to reflect who you really feel you are. It’s a performance. The magic of it is that just doing it turns it into a kind of self-fulfilling prophecy.
— Dawn Steel – They Can Kill You But They Can’t Eat You
The portrait of Mitchell on the front cover was taken by Norman Seeff and the other photographs were taken by Joel Bernstein at Lake Mendota, in Madison, Wisconsin, after an ice storm. Figure skater Toller Cranston appears on the back cover.[8] During a 1994 interview with Rolling Stone, Mitchell cited the cover of Hejira as one of which she was particularly proud: “A lot of work went into that.”[9]
Album title
The album title is an unusual transliteration of the Arabic word more commonly rendered as Hegira or Hijra, which means “rupture”, usually referring to the migration of the Islamic prophet Muhammad (and his companions) from Mecca to Medina in 622. She later stated that when she chose the title, she was looking for a word that meant “running away with honor”.[7] She found the word “hejira” while reading the dictionary, and was drawn to the “dangling j, like in Aja… it’s leaving the dream, no blame”.[7]
Originally, the word “celebrity” signified an attribute: someone who was well known was a “person of celebrity.” Now, however, celebrity means a person enjoying “fame and broad public recognition…, as a result of the attention given to them by mass media.” — Alice Sedgwick Wohl, As It Turns Out: Thinking About Edie and Andy
I never had the slightest doubt that I could create gardens. One night…I filled a dozen bud vases with different flowers in each one, lined them up on a table, and sat and looked at them for an hour, proud as I’ve ever been of any book I’ve written. — Judith Krantz, Sex and Shopping
At the temple there is a poem called “Loss” carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read loss, only feel it.” — Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha