They’re events you remember all your life, like your first real orgasm. And the whole purpose of the absurd, mechanically persistent involvement with recorded music is the pursuit of that priceless moment. So it’s not...

Ah, that shows you the power of music, that magician of magician, who lifts his wand and says his mysterious word and all things real pass away and the phantoms of your mind walk before...

Music is the art of thinking with sounds.

When someone asks me what a song is about, it’s like, I feel like I might ruin it if you ask me that. I feel like I did my best to explain the song in...

If you’re going to play it out of tune, then play it out of tune properly.

God is love, and music is the language of love; therefore, music is the language of God. Music is a language more profound than words. How often have you heard a great piece of music...

It was a kind of sado-masochism. I would take the things that were painful to me and elevate them and, through the mantra of music, make them into a release.

Call bitch a bitch , no fucking reasons

Strange how potent cheap music is.

Life…was much like a song. In the beginning there is mystery, in the end there is confirmation, but it’s in the middle where all the emotion resides to make the whole thing worthwhile.

It’s better to burn out than fade away,” but these memories could be deceptive.

Hey Jude, don’t make it bad, take a sad song and make it better.

We’re deaf men working as musicians; we play the music but we can’t hear it.

If you feel so emptySo used up, so let downIf you feel so angrySo ripped off so stepped onYou’re not the only oneRefusing to back downYou’re not the only oneSo get up

If I were to begin life again, I would devote it to music. It is the only cheap and unpunished rapture upon earth.

When played together, love is music in life

Music originated from God and was created solely for his worship, his glory, and his pleasure.

Does anybody know how I feel?Sometimes I’m numb…Sometimes I’m overcome…Does anybody care what’s going on?Do I have to wear my scarsLike a badge on my arm?For you to see meI need to release

music heard so deeplyThat it is not heard at all, butyou are the musicWhile the music lasts.

Beginnings of youth to growth of adolescence till autumn of life; every step journeyed with blossomed smiles wearing my dancing shoes.

Do you realize why is it I’m so driven to operate within the Establishment? It’s vengeance. ‘Hope I die before I get old’ is something I still have to live with, but not for the...

I was never very good with either my hands or feet. It always seemed to me they’d just been stuck on as an afterthought during my making. Dreams didn’t translate through sports, or music, dancing,...

If I cannot fly, let me sing.

Am I the reason you breatheOr am I the reason you cry?

Everybody told me this ‘girl on the piano’ thing was never going to work.

Excuse me if I have/some place in my mind/where I go time to time.

I’ve been looking so long at these pictures of youThat I almost believe that they’re real I’ve been living so long with my pictures of youThat I almost believe that the pictures are All I...

Talk about a dream,try to make it real

A waltz begins, that floating, sweet rhythm. The fiddle is plaintive. A few minutes ago she was at least pleasantly contented. Now certain of the notes dip into her like ladles and come up full...

For that is the curious quality of the discotheque after you have gone there a long time: in the midst of all the lights, and music, the bodies, the dancing, the drugs, you are stiller...

Next to music, beer was best.

All of my most significant moments somehow involved music. It’s like my life was a John Hughes film and somebody had to put together the perfect soundtrack.

The nights were mainly made for saying things you can’t say tomorrow day.

Music’s the soundtrack of my life and has been since I was a teenager. There’s always music. If I’m not playing it, I’m listening to it. With my writing…sometimes it inspires a story, sometimes it...

I don’t like my language watered down, I don’t like my edges rounded off.

From the first note I knew it was different from anything I had ever heard…. It began simply, but with an arresting phrase, so simple, but eloquent as a human voice. It spoke, beckoning gently...

Creation of a pregnant imagination.

Some days there won’t be a song in your heart. Sing anyway.

For the record, folks; I never took a shit on stage and the closest I ever came to eating shit anywhere was at a Holiday Inn buffet in Fayetteville, North Carolina, in 1973.

Kucheza muziki si lazima utingishe mwili kama mwendawazimu. Unaweza kucheza kwa hisia.

One day, all those who love in the society of Auld Lang Syne shall meet again. In the New City of the Burning Heart, there, the veil will drop. The arc of the seas shall...

I enjoy melancholic music and art. They take me to places I don’t normally get to go.

The music, the prayers, the bowing and rising, the incense–all of it was breaking down my defenses. That’s what good liturgy does. It breaks your heart open and turns you toward God.

He had a clear, lyrical voice and his songs remained in her ears long after the music had ended.

Beethoven tells you what it’s like to be Beethoven and Mozart tells you what it’s like to be human. Bach tells you what it’s like to be the universe.

The night seemed suddenly defiled by the absence of music, as if the silence itself was injecting a sickness that only another song could cure.

you can run out of garlic, you can’t really run out of music

When I’m lonely I stand in the corner and play my saxophone and feel sorry for myself. I would ask you to accompany me on the piano, but if I did that I wouldn’t be...

I only sing in the shower. I would join a choir, but I don’t think my bathtub can hold that many people.

I didn’t just hear music. It seemed as if I were part of the music.