So long as this struggle known as life goes on, there will always be the music to fit the mood and make it better.

88% of what we call good songs aren’t really good. They merely remind us of a good time we once had.

It bewildered Ig, the idea that a person could not be interested in music. It was like not being interested in happiness.

The dusty library air is electric with secrets/ almost palpable in the thick quiet that bounces between/ Cal and those books and me

I think music is what language once aspired to be. Music allows us to face God on our own terms because it reaches beyond life.

The large print giveth and the small print taketh away.

. . .where there is no more hope, song remains.

If you can’t hold on, hold on

We feel that in the future, groups are going to have to offer much more than just a pop show. They’ll have to offer a well-presented theatre show.

Modern man is full of platitudes about living life to its fullest, with catchy keychain phrases and little plaques for kitchen walls. But if you’ve never retreated to the solitude of a dark room and...

And even though people like to furrow their brow like they suspect you’re not being honest about yourself, the truth is that they worry that you’re not serving their idea of you.

I just got into the Beatles a couple of years ago, you know, I like it.

Art is the reflection of pure emotion and mind, the nature of sensation. An artist illustrates that.

Almighty God created a dancer as a symbol of the reflection of artistry in motion.

Spirit of a dancer ages like whiskey for it experiences in each dancing act lifetimes of freedom.

First he threw out all of his records, trashed his heart and then he went to sleep.

Close your eyes and I’ll kiss you, Tomorrow I’ll miss you.

Three miles from my adopted city lies a village where I came to peace.The world there was a calm place, even the great Danube no more than a pale ribbon tossed onto the landscapeby a...

Honouring the youth of their town they provided a décor that a £20-a-Martini fleecing parlour could not have amortized. They had bought eighty low Alvar Aalto stools for the alcove and coctail bar seating. Also,...

Music, oh, how faint, how weak,Language fades before thy spell!Why should Feeling ever speak,When thou canst breathe her soul so well?

He has Van Gogh’s ear for music.

This sick strange darkness comes creeping on so haunting everytimeAnd as I stared I counted the webs from all the spiderscatching things and eating their insidesLike indecision to call youAnd hear your voice of treasonWill...

DANCE, v.i. To leap about to the sound of tittering music, preferably with arms about your neighbor’s wife or daughter. There are many kinds of dances, but all those requiring the participation of the two...

All the faces on the photographs have changed,To not confuse it all, the names remain the same

I’ve never been in love. I’ve dreamt of it day and night, but my heart is like a fine piano no one can play because the key is lost.

Then the singing enveloped me. It was furry and resonant, coming from everyone’s very heart. There was no sense of performance or judgment, only that the music was breath and food.

MUSIC. Tunneling right down into your CORE and SOULTIME. Hep, sloppy, SEXY and cerebral. Chancy and hip-swinging like ELVIS and your first teenage KISS.

If I had my life to live over again, I would have made a rule to read some poetry and listen to some music at least once every week.

With the truth, all given facts harmonize; but with what is false, the truth soon hits a wrong note.

I don’t feel any shame I won’t apologize if there ain’t nowhere you can go running away from pain when you’ve been victimized tales from another broken home.

A good woman comes in all shapes and colors.When you find her, adore her.

I am telling you what I know—words have music and if you are a musician you will write to hear them.

Don’t care what people sayJust follow your own wayDon’t give up and use the chanceTo return to innocence.That’s not the beginning of the endThat’s the return to yourselfThe return to innocence.

To speak your Heart outnothing can be better than Night and Acoustic guitar !!

Ah, music,” he said, wiping his eyes. “A magic beyond all we do here!

The best ideas will eat at you for days, maybe even weeks, until something, some incident, some impulse, triggers you to finally express them.

There are 2 kinds of artists, essentially: those who want to make something popular, and those who want to make something dignified. But then there is still that rare hybrid case, and perhaps by that...

I love the way music inside a car makes you feel invisible; if you plan the stereo at max volume, it’s almost like the other people can’t see into your vehicle. It tints your windows,...

No one wants to admit we’re addicted to music. That’s just not possible. No one’s addicted to music and television and radio. We just need more of it, more channels, a larger screen, more volume....

It is as though they simply cannot contemplate the notion of a short, slight man who dresses and moves like a popular (mis)conception of a homosexual being attractive to millions of women.

Here is the world. Don’t be afraid for wonderful and terrible things will happen. Simply remember to breath.

He took his pain and turned it into something beautiful. Into something that people connect to. And that’s what good music does. It speaks to you. It changes you.

When I hear music, I fear no danger. I am invulnerable. I see no foe. I am related to the earliest times, and to the latest.

I’ve always felt that distant train whistles heard in the dead of night are the universe’s way of letting us know the best days are neither ahead nor behind us…they’re happening right now, cradled in...

Who are you, Martin Eden? he demanded of himself in the looking- glass, that night when he got back to his room. He gazed at himself long and curiously. Who are you? What are you?...

I’m a fan of Meatloaf. He has a voice like it’s covered in thick gravy. There’s nothing better to make love to, with the possible exception of grandma’s casserole.

I don’t like songs about wanting things. I like songs about letting go, saying goodbye.

you have to plant an accidental.

My friend Kate once went to a concert of Mongolian throat singers who were traveling through New York City on a rare world tour. Although she couldn’t understand the words to their songs, she found...

The more you love,the more love you have to give.It’s the only feeling we have which is infinite…