For the fact was drugs were not necessary to most of us, because the music, youth, sweaty bodies were enough. And if it was too hot, too humid to sleep the next day, and we...

La sua voce è poco più di un soffio, leggero, intimo, che irrompe prepotentemente dentro di me, lasciandomi senza fiato e senza pensieri.Potrei ascoltarlo per ore, per giorni, per mesi. Per tutta la vita.

Children’s voices – even those who couldn’t carry the tune – are always appealing.

The whole problem can be stated quite simply by asking, ‘Is there a meaning to music?’ My answer would be, ‘Yes.’ And ‘Can you state in so many words what the meaning is?’ My answer...

ーEscribí algo para ti, ーla corrigió con una sonrisa y comenzó a tocar. Ella escuchó emocionada; comenzó lento, sencillo, su control sobre el arco producía un sonido armónico. La melodía la lleno tan fresca y...

Things get very much more ominous, Victor,” and then I was left alone.

The United States finds itself with forces of reaction. Do I have to demonstrate this? The Taliban’s annihilation of music and culture? The enslavement of women?

You are my reality, fantasy, daydream, fairytale, music, more than the princess in Cinderella; you are much more than a traditional myth.

In the soul of a lover, it is always spring where flowers of ecstasy are always blooming. Music of love is always playing.

The Ultimate Rule ought to be: ‘If it sounds GOOD to you, it’s bitchin’; if it sounds BAD to YOU, it’s shitty. The more your musical experience, the easier it is to define for yourself...

Singing songs that make you slit your wrists

Music? Music is life! It’s physical emotion – you can touch it! It’s neon ecto-energy sucked out of spirits and switched into sound waves for your ears to swallow. Are you telling me, what, that...

Life when one first arrives is a continual mortification as one’s romantic illusions are successively shattered and the musical treasure-house of one’s imagination crumbles before the hopelessness of the reality. Every day fresh experiences bring...

You’re the girl from the song- the girl with kaleidoscope eyes.

If you talk bad about country music, it’s like saying bad things about my momma. Them’s fightin’ words

Music produces a kind of pleasure which human nature cannot do without.

So imagine that the lovely moon is playing just for you – everything makes music if you really want it to.

The Little Drummer Boy” was playing in the background for what seemed like the third time in a row. I fought off an urge to beat that Little Drummer Boy seneless with his own drumsticks.

I have a good ear for music, just like Van Gogh had a good ear for art.

We have seen year after year the passion you have for music, and the way you have always been incredibly passionate fans, even though Hanson has not always been the coolest thing to be into.

In the hall itself the din of the music – for this is the real way to play a jukebox and what it was originally for – was so tremendous that it shattered Dean and...

I walked when I should have runI ran when I should have walkedAnd don’t I know it, don’t I know it

I heard a song I hate and I thought of her. Ah, such is love.

I always thought I’d make a great backup singer. I don’t practice. It’s just pure talent.

From time to time, too, and for the space of two or three paces, an image or an echo would rise up from the recesses of time: in the little streets of the beaters of...

There was something about words and music together that allowed people to get nearest to honest truth about what was most difficult to say. Paradoxically, only through the essential instantaneity of music could you approach...

Our moments are music, and sometimes – just sometimes – we can catch them and put them into some lasting form. If we didn’t have music, I don’t think we could ever be truly happy,...

I’ve always thought people would find a lot more pleasure in their routines if they burst into song at significant moments.

Music is, for me, like a beautiful mosaic which God has put together. He takes all the pieces in his hand, throws them into the world, and we have to recreate the picture from the...

I am focused on the work. I am constantly creating. I am a busy girl. I live and breathe my work. I love what I do. I believe in the message. There’s no stopping. I...

Time is going really faster than you think. That second just passed now, get up, pack the bag, get lost…

Some of us go full circle. Some of us blindly go nowhere. The circle doesn’t have to be very large to make a point, kick your ass and/or be entertaining. Remember that and stay light....

The shades of colours are splendid.

I’m not religious, and I’m not a Christian, but I do reserve the right to believe in the possibility of a God. It’s kind of defending the indefensible, though; I’m critical of what religions are...

Have you got any soul?” a woman asks the next afternoon. That depends, I feel like saying; some days yes, some days no. A few days ago I was right out; now I’ve got loads,...

I am human and I need to be loved,just like everybody else does.

Satan rejected my soul; as low as he goes,he never quite goes this low.

The way I choose to show my feelings is through my songs.

Music is not take it or leave it; Music is life or death!

Noise has one advantage. It drowns out words. And suddenly he realized that all his life he had done nothing but talk, write, lecture, concoct sentences, search for formulations and amend them, so in the...

all bags are pack ready to go i am standing here outside your door i hate to wake you up to say goodbyedawn is braking its early mornthe taxi waiting he blowing his hornalready i...

Who are you?Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?I have. I am fucking crazy.But I am free.

you dont know what you got till its gone

I would love to be erased from our association with Pearl Jam or the Nymphs and other first time offenders.

The first mistake of art is to assume that it’s serious.

Virtually every writer I know would rather be a musician.

But these clouds won’t leaveWalk awayBarely breathingAs I’m lying on the floorTake my heartAs you’re leavingI don’t need it anymore

In music, in the sea, in a flower, in a leaf, in an act of kindness… I see what people call God in all these things.

At that moment a solitary violin struck up. But the music was not dance music; it was more like a song – a solemn, sweet song. (I know now that it was Beethoven’s Romance in...

Oh! to shoot for the stars if feels right. Aim for my heart if it feels right.