You can’t make a fan of everyone. Stay true to your story, characters, music, art or whatever it is you do and fuck everyone else who doesn’t like it. Life isn’t perfect.

Lyrics belongs to us ina specific language, but music is universal.

A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and gets to bed at night, and in between he does what he wants to do.

I bet all I had on a thing called love; guess in the end it wasn’t enough. And it’s hard to watch you leave right now; I’m gonna have to learn to let you go...

He was depressed. He was addicted to heroin. And I think there comes a time when all the beauty in the world just isn’t enough.

I make music for ears, not eyes

I wanted to smell the guitars. It’s hard to explain but they have a smell. And the best way I could ever describe it would be to say they smell like potential. Ambition and desire....

And it was sad music fit to make you cut your throat.

Sometimes language can’t even read the music of meaning.

People are so fucking dumb. Nobody reads anymore, nobody goes out and looks and explores the society and culture they were brought up in. People have attention spans of five seconds and as much depth...

It would be inappropiate, undignified, at 38, to conduct friendships or love affairs with the ardour or intensity of a 22 year old. Falling in love like that? Writing poetry? Crying at pop songs? Dragging...

To attempt to describe how music pervades and flavors a life feels a little like an invasion of privacy, even if the privacy is my own. Listening to music,…is finally the most inward of acts–so...

I believe music is a place everyone of us can go to. I don’t care who you are, where you were born, what you do with your life. Everyone can come here in music and...

I am a confused Musician who got sidetracked into this goddamn Word business for so long that I never got back to music – except maybe when I find myself oddly alone in a quiet...

Find something you love and go for it with all your heart. No excuses, no plan B. Never settle for anything less than you know you can do.It will be hard, but I promise it...

Popular culture is a place where pity is called compassion, flattery is called love, propaganda is called knowledge, tension is called peace, gossip is called news, and auto-tune is called singing.

I just got a world record. It has music from Europe, Asia, North America, all over the globe. Michael Phelps also has a world record, but you can’t dance to it like you can mine....

Music is crucial. Beyond no way can I overstress this fact. Let’s say you’re southbound on the interstate, cruising alone in the middle lane, listening to AM radio. Up alongside comes a tractor trailer of...

I enjoy writing to Mozart’s Requiem Mass; and the Kyrie with an energy and beauty that on occasion has moved me to tears. And upon it’s completion I lay upon the bed as if in...

Even after six years, he was still turned on by the bastard, still desperate to kiss his lips and see how it felt to kiss him into submission, until he saw him as more than...

I believe that music is connected by human passions and curiosities rather than by marketing strategies.

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...

She felt a little better about Leonard out here in the country. It was just being close to nature, she supposed. In the country you felt as you never could in town the return of...

transformed” her into a cheerleader by the end of the show. I was just wondering: what if she liked field hockey better?

On the boardwalk the arcade jukebox plays all night surrounded by teenagers–sometimes twenty bodies deep, bare-skinned and full of energy for the music, for one another, for life, for the little bit of freedom they...

Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened every day and arms that were never for anyone else. But...

The power of music, whether joyous or cathartic must steal on one unawares, come spontaneously as a blessing or a grace–

America, I think, is about poor people playing music and poor people sharing food and poor people dancing, even when everything else in their life is so desperate, and so dismal that it doesn’t seem...

That’s the thing about music. You get to make it mean whatever you need it to mean.

The Passenger”. Listening, I think, You will never know how much I understand you.