Fame is not so impossible for people with charisma, passion and talent. Being famous just means you have fans, and even one or two is enough to make you someone special. Ask a music fan...

It reset and mended my freshly damaged and distorted view of life, and made me recognize that this thing we call music, this primal expression that we reshape and refine and define ourselves with, is...

STAINSWith red clay between my toes,and the sun setting over my head,the ghost of my mother blows in,riding on a honeysuckle breeze, oh lord,riding on a honeysuckle breeze.Her teeth, the keys of a piano.I play...

Music is a mixed mathematical science that concerns the origens, attributes, and distinctions of sound, out of which a cultivated and lovely melody and harmony are made, so that God is honored and praised but...

And a ride in a hearse tells us we’re all close to that final cruise . . . when the body dies and we move on. It’s just the body, man. It’s just the body....

We didn’t start the fireIt was always burningSince the world’s been turningWe didn’t start the fireNo we didn’t light itBut we tried to fight it

Without deviation from the norm, progress is not possible.

If you look in the mirror and don’t like what you see, you can find out first hand what it’s like to be me.

Music is not in the notes but in what is between them.

Brahms’ Variations are better than mine, but mine were written before his.

If what you create seems to turn out much stranger than who you are as a person, it’s probably because your heart is talking.

The Qu’ran is God’s song, not ours, not even Muhammad’s. To allow such a song to pass through one’s body, however imperfectly, is to discover that the instrument is transformed by the music.

I began to long, as I had before, for some special smell, some special music that would fill me, lift me up and carry me away, float me off the rocks of my body and...

I’ve been trying to start a garage band for over a decade now, but father won’t move his car.

The ultimate weapon is Lady Gaga’s music. Why kill the enemy when you can play her music and they’ll want to kill themselves?

I am tough for a reason and it is to fucking destroy the music. I dance hard.

Stupid cupid keeps on calling me, but I see nothing in his eyes. I miss my babe

Yet, for my part, I was never usually squeamish; I could sometimes eat a fried rat with a good relish, if it were necessary. I am glad to have drunk water so long, for the...

Their minds told them this life was not their own. This life was not the one designed for this body and soul. The truth of existence was a happiness separated from the easy happy life....

I want to drum up interest for instruments that are played by beating them with sticks.

Some people should have stopped singing in the 60s, even if they were born in the 80s.

I think a cool band name would be War Dwarf. Of course, I’m entirely too tall and peaceful to be a member. Not to mention nonmusical.

All the broken hearts in the world still beat

There’s 7 billion 46 million people on the planet and most of us have the audacity to think we matter.

After that, I became kind of fascinated by her and by what I guessed was her ability to hear music in the silence. Back then, I’d wanted to be able to do that, too. So...

Never trust someone who can’t enjoy music […] you can guarantee that they’re only half alive.

I’m a little bit naked, but that’s okay.

When you walk,go different roads that take you nowhere,and see your world.

What is the purpose of writing music? One is, of course, not dealing with purposes but dealing with sounds. Or the answer must take the form of a paradox: a purposeful purposeless or a purposeless...

One of the great things about songwrighting; it’s not an intellectual experience

What good is a song that doesn’t break your heart?

Dave and Serge…played the Fiddler’s Elbow as if it were Giants Stadium, and even though it was acoustic, they just about blew the place up. They were standing on chairs adn lying on the floor,...

I know by now you think I should have straightened myself out – Thank you, drop dead!

Even now – in the final hour of my life -I’m falling in love again.

Music isn’t just heard, it is felt.

Music is a second language to my heart.

Music is the only truth that everyone do listen, feels, believes and loves.

Music was a balm for any weary soul. It could either lift a person out of the doldrums or comfort him if there was no other solace to be had.

Just one caress became a symphony of passion, insatiable longing, an unquenchable desire to possess…. Gasps… The sparkling touch, embrace make hard to breathe… A mere short burst of brilliance, explosive need…forbidden sweet… Beneath the...

With a feeling of despondency so intense that it was almost pleasurable, he got out his guitar.So this was to be his condition now.What was he but a fragment of broken churned-uphumanity washed up on...

Music is the soul of language.

Music is everybody’s business. It’s only the publishers who think people own it

I would rather write 10,000 notes than a single letter of the alphabet.

This proves the significance of individualism; being able to face the music, to embrace it, and then create something beautiful from it. You can’t truly be happy unless you’re unhappy sometimes and the pinnacle of...

Why would you want to stand there waving a stick when you could be playing an instrument?

We await their creative interpretations of works by others and we love how they freely adapt and alter the music we like and enjoy. The wonderful magical alchemy they co-create is enough to spur the...

No wealth can ever make a bad man at peace with himself

It is tempting to look upon England as a sort of musical Australia, an island culture inhabited by, and sustaining, its own insular fauna – musical kangaroos, koalas, and platypuses. That, however, would be very much...

Southern girls are God’s gift to the entire male population. There is absolutely no woman finer than one raised below the mason-dixon line and once you go southern may the good Lord help you –...

Pochi uccelli Stephen preferiva ai succiacapre, ma non era stato il loro canto a farlo scendere dal letto. Rimase fermo, appoggiato alla ringhiera, e poco dopo Jack Aubrey, in un padiglione presso il campo di...