Quote by Tori Amos

There's a side to this industry that nurtures divas who can't write. It's a big business.


There's a side to this industry that nurtures divas who can'

Summary

This quote suggests that within the entertainment industry, there is a tendency to promote and support individuals who possess star-like qualities and image but lack the talent or ability to create their own content. It implies that there is a significant market for these divas, and the industry capitalizes on their marketability rather than their artistic capabilities. The quote highlights the commercial nature of the industry, where the focus is on profit rather than artistic merit or authenticity.

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Business
By Tori Amos
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