There were no windows in the Stockholders’ Records Section of the Treasurer’s Department of the American Forge and Foundry Company. But the soft, sweet music from the loudspeaker on the green wall by the clock,...

She was clean”: no piercings, tattoos, or scarifications. All the kids were now. And who could blame them, Alex thought, after watching three generations of flaccid tattoos droop like moth-eaten upholstery over poorly stuffed biceps...

But the Beast was a good person…the Prince looked on the outside the way the Beast was on the inside. Sometimes people couldn’t see the inside of the person unless they like the outside of...

Maybe the reason why all the doors are closed so you could open one that leads you to the perfect road.

…I don’t ever want to feel that way. Feel as if there are no surprises left. The surprises make life worth living. Expecting nothing, accepting it all. Accepting isn’t the right word. ACKNOWLEDGING it all....

tone of colour in a room or a morning sky, a particular perfume that you had once loved and that brings subtle memories with it, a line from a forgotten poem that you had come...

If you must write prose or poems, the words you use should be your own. Don’t plagiarize or take ‘on loan’. There’s always someone, somewhere, with a big nose, who knows, who’ll trip you up...

God of the impossible, maker of all miracles, I stand in awe of You, I’m so amazed by how You reach into my brokenness, make me beautiful again, I believe yes, I believe nothing is...

I’ve never heard of anybody getting rid of their prized Exile postcards, much less actually writing on them and sending them through the mail to a girl. I watched these two, laughing over this story...

There was something about the music on that tape. It felt different. Like, it set her lungs and her stomach on edge. There was something exciting about it, and something nervous. It made Eleanor feel...

I’ll bet she’s beautiful, that girl he talks about, and she’s got everything that I have to live without… He’s the reason for the teardrops on my guitar, the only one who’s got enough of...

Music, even in situations of the greatest horror, should never be painful to the ear but should flatter and charm it, and thereby always remain music.

They say that time Heals everythingBut they dob’t know youAnd the scars you bring

Precious souls are at high stakes when this world turns over with feet that quake. The timeless hearts of souls that make, beautiful music at no mistake. Peace love and light too all who demand,...

I’d like to die listening to a piece of music. I imagine this as so easy, so natural, but naturally it’s quite impossible. Notes stab too softly. The wounds they leave behind may smart, but...

Who hears music, feels his solitudePeopled at once.

You are the music while the music lasts.

Dancers are the flag bearers of the artistic renaissance.

I spend my nights thinking the worstAnd telling myself that everything’s going to work outI keep kicking myself in the mouthOpening up every cut that should be a scar by now

A song she heardOf cold that gathersLike winter’s tongueAmong the shadowsIt rose like blacknessIn the skyThat on volcano’sVomit riseA Stone of ruinFrom burn to chillLike black moonriseHer voice fell still…

This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.

Imagine a dolphin dancing in the sky. Let it dance with joy. Think of yourself at the bottom of the ocean watching.

Music is forever; music should grow and mature with you, following you right on up until you die.

Mockingbirds are the true artists of the bird kingdom. Which is to say, although they’re born with a song of their own, an innate riff that happens to be one of the most versatile of...

With my ninth mind I resurrect my firstand dance slow to the music of my soul made new.

Embrace your journey and those who come across your path. Be gracious in your endeavors. Focus on your craft. Those who support your dreams now and feel your sincere humility and gratitude will be there...

Easy come, easy go,That’s just how you live, oh,Take, take, take it all,But you never give.Should’ve known you was troubleFrom the first kiss,Had your eyes wide open.Why were they open?Gave you all I had and...

It is as impossible to translate poetry as it is to translate music.

Lord, I feel so small sometimes in this great big old world.Yeah, I know there are more important things.But don’t forget to remember me.

The burden God places on each of us is to become who we are meant to be. We are most fully ourselves when Christ most fully lives in us and through us. The mother shines...

It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness of pain: of strength and freedom. The beauty of disappointment and never-satisfied love. The cruel beauty of nature...

The musician has the most brothers, and the dancer the most sisters.

The music echoes in the emptiness. It reminds us where we came from and where we’re bound.

Romance her, enhance her, desire her, put her first.

It was a uniform that signified that one was a kind of downtown aesthete; not necessarily nihilistic, but a monk in the bohemian order.

In every colour there’s the light.In every stone sleeps a crystal.Remember the Shaman, when he used to say:Man is the dream of the dolphin

Rock ‘n’ roll is not red carpets and MySpace friends, rock’n’roll is dangerous and should piss people off

But the connection between us was in the air, growing stronger with each stroke of his brush and with every cadenza of my piano performance as we struggled to find our unique voices. He by...

I’ve been trying to stay real and true and proud of who I am,all those ideals of how to lookI’ve been trying not to care.But I’m still holding my breath, I ‘m still watching every...

When a man is in despair, it means that he still believes in something.

If you play “I Don’t Want To Know” by Fleetwood Mac loud enough — you can hear Lindsey Buckingham’s fingers sliding down the strings of his acoustic guitar. …And we were convinced that this was...

Someone was waving a large pink-and-white sign that read, “Don’t Worry, Be Happy.” I was trying, and so were at least thirty thousand other bodies, with varying degrees of post-Aquarian patience, to see the Who...

I pet my cat like a guitar, but I hold him like a stack of musical pancakes.

The adversary humbly cloaked in its fine smile ‘eyes devoid of kindness, speaking gentle its knife secretly hidden.

Everything on the radio is crap…It’s fast food for your ears. It doesn’t make you think. It isn’t even about anything – not anything real. Don’t you think music should say something?

In music the passions enjoy themselves.

When you move like a jellyfish rhyth don’t mean nothing. You go with the flow, you don’t stop. Move like a jellyfish, rhythm means nothing.You go with the flow you don’t stop.

If music serves to convey feelings through the interaction of physical gestures and sound, the musician needs his brain state to match the emotional state he is trying to express. Although the studies haven’t been...

A radio in a song in an ice cream cone. Two licks for free, and the third is for sale. My favorite flavor tastes like a commercial, because it’s made with 100% natural advertisement.

I had a dream about you. A stadium full of children in glowing white robes were singing your name like little angels, and I wondered who you were to be deserving of such praise. Then...