You’re like a song that I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew until I heard it again.

What an odd thing it is to see an entire species — billions of people — playing with, listening to meaningless tonal patterns, occupied and preoccupied for much of their time by what they call...

Everything in me feels fluttering and free, like I could take off from the ground at any second. Music, I think, he makes me feel like music.

As long as music survives, poetry will never die.

I never knew cocaine to improve anything. When the white lines came out, it was time to call it a night: the music could only get worse. If I joined in, the next day’s playback...

It doesn’t mean that much to me to mean that much to you.

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.

Dance provides the spirit with energy to survive from its confinement in the mortal frame.

My guitar’s name was Liz. As in, short for Elizabeth, Queen of England. She was a lady.Don’t judge.

Songs are dangerous, songs are subversive and can change your life.

My life is music, and in some vague, mysterious and subconscious way, I have always been driven by a taut inner spring which has propelled me to almost compulsively reach for perfection in music, often...

Art is a kind of magic. Creativity is mysterious, even to artists, who might be able to name their inspiration but can’t always explain how their influences and experiences came together to create this new...

Girls you’ve gotta know when it’s time to turn the page.

El universo danzaba hacia la vida. La vida era un recurso notablemente común. Cualquier cosa lo bastante complicada parecía invitada a apuntarse al negocio, de la misma manera en que cualquier cosa lo bastante enorme...

Sans le jazz, la vie serait une erreur

Every time you go in, it’s like starting over. You don’t know how you did the other records. You’re learning all over. It’s some weird musician amnesia, or maybe the road wipes it out.

It doesn’t matter how many drugs I take, I’m not fulfilled. This isn’t satisfying. There’s a spiritual hunger going on. Everybody feels it. If you don’t feel it now, you will. Trust me. You will…...

They were bound together by a common love of a certain kind of music, physical beauty, and style—all the things one shouldn’t throw away an ounce of energy pursuing, and sometimes throw away a life...

Salgo sul palco e prendo posto dove non dovrei. Un piccolo sforzo, mi dico, posso farlo, solo un’altra volta. Solo tre minuti. Cosa vuoi che siano tre minuti? Tre minuti che potrebbero cambiare la mia...

Music has always assuaged my lacerations, brightened my hours, added glow to my little joys and given wings to my fantasy flights.

To stop the flow of music would be like the stopping of time itself, incredible and inconceivable.

Music is the literature of the heart; it commences where speech ends.

Music has more rules than math or magic and it’s twice as dangerous as both or either.

The finest fury is the most controlled.

You are a fantastic scheme of captivating ecstasy.

Nathan, how can you stand playing the same piece over and over again?” And Grandpa Nate answered, “Why don’t you ask me how I can stand making love to the same woman over and over...

All the good music has already been written by people with wigs and stuff.

[…] ne aflam in cu totul alte raporturi fata de muzica clasica decat oamenii din epocile care au creat-o; veneratia spiritualizata si nu intotdeauna suficient eliberata de sub stapanirea unei melancolii resemnate, nutrita de noi...

They would be a duet. They would be happy. What is happy, anyways?

The waters of the stream played the part of the orchestra, and the sunlight provided the dancers. Every now and then a crescendo of wind highlighted the symphony in the clearing by the creek.

I love people who play guitars on roofs!” said Rose, hopping along the pavement in one of her sudden happy moods. “Don’t you?””Never knew anyone else who did it!””Don’t you like Tom?””Of course I do....

Music is the great unifier. It doesn’t matter which country you’re in or what language is being spoken, the fans just magically seem to get it. They share a common goal of love and celebration...

A doctor, a logician and a marine biologist had also just arrived, flown in at phenomenal expense from Maximegalon to try to reason with the lead singer who had locked himself in the bathroom with...

My love is like the shape your mouth makes while you whistle. Would you mind if I accompanied you on my harmonica?

Music is the sweetest language for hearts, kindest prayer for souls, peaceful breeze for minds, and a magical sail for imaginations.

Toward the end, a band that had a young fellow from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania—I remember on account of him saying it two or three times and laughing every time that he did—played a song called ‘All...

He was a six and a half foot scowl.(on Rachmaninov)

I prefer love songs to any other form of torture.