Beginnings of youth to growth of adolescence till autumn of life; every step journeyed with blossomed smiles wearing my dancing shoes.

Do you realize why is it I’m so driven to operate within the Establishment? It’s vengeance. ‘Hope I die before I get old’ is something I still have to live with, but not for the...

I was never very good with either my hands or feet. It always seemed to me they’d just been stuck on as an afterthought during my making. Dreams didn’t translate through sports, or music, dancing,...

If I cannot fly, let me sing.

Am I the reason you breatheOr am I the reason you cry?

Everybody told me this ‘girl on the piano’ thing was never going to work.

Excuse me if I have/some place in my mind/where I go time to time.

I’ve been looking so long at these pictures of youThat I almost believe that they’re real I’ve been living so long with my pictures of youThat I almost believe that the pictures are All I...

Talk about a dream,try to make it real

A waltz begins, that floating, sweet rhythm. The fiddle is plaintive. A few minutes ago she was at least pleasantly contented. Now certain of the notes dip into her like ladles and come up full...

For that is the curious quality of the discotheque after you have gone there a long time: in the midst of all the lights, and music, the bodies, the dancing, the drugs, you are stiller...

Next to music, beer was best.

All of my most significant moments somehow involved music. It’s like my life was a John Hughes film and somebody had to put together the perfect soundtrack.

The nights were mainly made for saying things you can’t say tomorrow day.

Music’s the soundtrack of my life and has been since I was a teenager. There’s always music. If I’m not playing it, I’m listening to it. With my writing…sometimes it inspires a story, sometimes it...

I don’t like my language watered down, I don’t like my edges rounded off.

From the first note I knew it was different from anything I had ever heard…. It began simply, but with an arresting phrase, so simple, but eloquent as a human voice. It spoke, beckoning gently...

Creation of a pregnant imagination.

Some days there won’t be a song in your heart. Sing anyway.

For the record, folks; I never took a shit on stage and the closest I ever came to eating shit anywhere was at a Holiday Inn buffet in Fayetteville, North Carolina, in 1973.

Kucheza muziki si lazima utingishe mwili kama mwendawazimu. Unaweza kucheza kwa hisia.

One day, all those who love in the society of Auld Lang Syne shall meet again. In the New City of the Burning Heart, there, the veil will drop. The arc of the seas shall...

I enjoy melancholic music and art. They take me to places I don’t normally get to go.

The music, the prayers, the bowing and rising, the incense–all of it was breaking down my defenses. That’s what good liturgy does. It breaks your heart open and turns you toward God.

He had a clear, lyrical voice and his songs remained in her ears long after the music had ended.

Beethoven tells you what it’s like to be Beethoven and Mozart tells you what it’s like to be human. Bach tells you what it’s like to be the universe.

The night seemed suddenly defiled by the absence of music, as if the silence itself was injecting a sickness that only another song could cure.

you can run out of garlic, you can’t really run out of music

When I’m lonely I stand in the corner and play my saxophone and feel sorry for myself. I would ask you to accompany me on the piano, but if I did that I wouldn’t be...

The sheer force of the music calls for a wild audience reaction.

Music is the moonlight in the gloomy night of life.

So you mean to tell me you won’t fuck anyone you don’t share some kind of deep emotional connection with? What a sad, depressing, truly horrible life you must lead…

I had a dream about you. You were learning to compose music like Mozart, and I was learning to listen like Beethoven. He was deaf, and you were blind to the fact that you had...

Am I the only guy that holds a flute of champagne like it’s a musical instrument?

Love is beautifully wicked and wickedly beautiful

We speak in (rich) monotones. Our poetry is haunted by the music it has left behind. Orpheus shrinks to a poet when he looks back, with the impatience of reason, on a music stronger than...

I will protect you,” she promised the Bosendorfer inside. “I won’t let you down.”Sophie gave her a quizzical look.”Bastards better not hurt my piano,” Miranda replied.”That’s what you’re worried about right now? What about your...

People usually complain that music is so ambiguous, and what they are supposed to think when they hear it is so unclear, while words are understood by everyone. But for me it is exactly the...

The living take a part of the dead with them, carrying them around in their minds, like a song that lingers after the music has been turned off.

So in this Hemisphere when the moon goes down, I sit in one of those all-night-into-mornings cafes, watching short short skies below the skyscrapers and low-rises and sense the big turntables turning and the roadies...

If I had some of Jesus’ tools, I’d build a big house that has no rules. And a bed that’s big enough for 13 babies, and me & Miss Olivia Brown.

The chanting went on, the musicians giving in to the rhythm of their own being, finding healing in touching that rhythm, and healing in chanting about death, the only real god they knew.

The dream world of sleep and the dream world of music are not far apart. I often catch glimpses of one as I pass through a door to the other, like encountering a neighbor in...

Here is how the harmful becomes profitable: That which yesterday was reviled today ends up in Urban Outfitters. The critic Rebecca Solnit has summarized it this way: ‘Eat your heart out on a plastic tray,’...

It’s just… You sound like lorde. But like, with maple syrup.

The unhappiest people I know, romantically speaking, are the ones who like pop music the most; and I don’t know whether pop music has caused this unhappiness, but I do know that they’ve been listening...

I am the son and the heir of a shyness that is criminally vulgar.

If you have to ask what jazz is, you’ll never know.

You make me sick. Because I adore you so…”~Space Dementia

If we communicated with something like music, we would never be misunderstood, because there is nothing in music to understand…… But until we find this new way of speaking, until we can find a nonapproximate...