Love sounds like a trumpet mimicking a trombone. That’s one of my hobbies, when I’m not impersonating statues of mimes.

I want to write a song about one man’s level of commitment called, “I’d walk to the edge of the world, just to dump your body.

And in the background of Early’s story was her voice. Her soul. Her sadness and longing. Because when it’s raining, it’s always Billie Holiday. p. 81

Chester’s playing filled the station. Like ripples around a stone dropped into still water, the circles of silence spread out from the newsstand. And as people listened, a change came over their faces. Eyes that...

Let me tell you something: when you dance, you are the greatest dancer who has ever lived. And when you sing, you will have the courage to raise your voice to the heavens, knowing that...

Music is the soundtrack of our lives.

Music is what I have to do, I only answer the questions so that I can do it.

Stop comparing yourself to others. You have your own race to run. Finish well.

My friends joke that I’m dead until I get onstage. I’m dead right now as you’re speaking to me.

In the deep Mysteries of the world, their belong time, still unexplored and to be explored.

Music is the weapon in the war against unhappiness.

Too bad people can’t always be playing music, maybe then there wouldn’t be any more wars.

Out of sorrow entire worlds have been builtOut of longing great wonders have been willed

To me you are a work of art, and I would give you my heart – that’s if I had one.

Can you squeeze me into an empty page of your diary and psychologically save me?

I have my own particular sorrows, loves, delights; and you have yours. But sorrow, gladness, yearning, hope, love, belong to all of us, in all times and in all places. Music is the only means...

You Don’t Have To Be A Crook To Be Successful!

I’ve got a theory, it could be bunnies…I’ve got a theor-Bunnies aren’t just cute like everybody supposesThey’ve got them hoppy legs and twitchy little noses.And what’s with all the carrots-?What do they need such good...

If we could only turn back time

You have to, take a deep breath. and allow the music to flow through you. Revel in it, allow yourself to awe. When you play allow the music to break your heart with its beauty.

Doing what you love is freedom. Loving what you do is happiness.

80s music sounds so 80s now. But in the 80s, it just sounded like music.

Music is energy. A mood, atmosphere. Feeling.

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.

Well in case you failed to notice,In case you failed to see,This is my heart bleeding before you,This is me down on my kneesThese foolish games are tearing me apartYour thoughtless words are breaking my...

I Wanna Hold Your Hand.’ First single. Fucking brilliant. Perhaps the most fucking brilliant song ever written. Because they nailed it. That’s what everyone wants. Not 24-7 hot wet sex. Not a marriage that lasts...

We’re all weird.

I like music,” she said slowly, “because when I hear it, I . . . I lose myself within myself, if that makes any sense. I become empty and full all at once, and I...

The connection being that in my head all language began in song and that the best stories inevitably reutrn to song, to a state of rapture. For years, I had assumed that throwing beautiful words...

Orpheus never liked words. He had his music. He would get a funny look on his face and I would say what are you thinking about and he would always be thinking about music.

The danger of restorative nostalgia lies in its belief that the mutilated ‘wholeness’ of the body politic can be repaired. But the reflective nostalgic understands deep down that loss is irrecoverable: Time wounds all wholes....

Pearl JAM! Pearl JAM! Now this is rock and roll! Jeremy’s SPO-ken! But he’s still al-LIIIIIVE!

Usually, the murmur that rises up from Paris by day is the city talking; in the night it is the city breathing; but here it is the city singing. Listen, then, to this chorus of...

You take a deep breath and you walk through the doors. It’s the morning of your very first day. You say hi to your friends you ain’t seen in a while, try and stay out...

No second chances in the land of a thousand dances, the valley of ten million insanities.

Man, didn’t anybody ever tell you that art is propaganda? It doesn’t matter whether you think it should be or it shouldn’t be, it just is, and motherfucker, like or not, you’re sitting on a...

Montesquieu wrote: “I have never known any distress that an hour of reading did not relieve.” If one substituted the word music for reading, the exact same dictum applied to me.

The alarm in the morning? Well, I have an old tape of Carlo Maria Giulini conducting the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra in a perfectly transcendent version in Shubert’s seventh symphony. And I’ve rigged it up so...

Rap is supposed to motivate, humours, address societal issues & personal feelings, and also liberate me through art, not insult our women.

Life is one grand sweet song so start the music

Show me a person who found love in his life and did not celebrate it with a dance.

I’m sorry for breaking down when I should’ve been stitching myself back up

That innate love of melody, which she had inherited from her ballad-singing mother, gave the simplest music a power which could well-nigh drag her heart out of her bosom at times.

Am I a mindless fool? My life is a fragment, a disconnected dream that has no continuity. I am so tired of senselessness. I am tired of the music that my feelings sing, the dream...

All my concerts had no sounds in them; they were completely silent. People had to make up their own music in their minds!

Music is pleasing not only because of the sound but because of the silence that is in it: without the alternation of sound and silence there would be no rhythm.

Listening over and over to the voices through a family of instruments allowed us to recognize and appreciate the dignity and uniqueness of each living thing in the meadow and forest.

What’s all this about sin, eh?”That,’ I said, very sick. ‘Using Ludwig van like that. He did no harm to anyone. Beethoven just wrote music.’ And then I was really sick and they had to...