A choir is made up of many voices, including yours and mine. If one by one all go silent then all that will be left are the soloists.Don’t let a loud few determine the nature...

There are millions of chords. There are millions of numbers. And everyone forgets the one that is a zero. But without the zero, numbers are just arithmetic. Without the empty chord, music is just noise.

In scientific thinking are always present elements of poetry. Science and music requires a thought homogeneous.

When something seems unbalanced and out of rhythm, just a song can tune things up in a moment. The power of music is therapy.

You can’t kick me down, I’m already on the ground. No, you can’t, but you couldn’t catch me anyhow.Blue skies, but the sun isn’t comming out, no. Today, it is like I’m under a heavy...

And if the day I die they ask me just how heaven was, I’ll be glad I spent it with you.

Do you know that song?” Wilhelmina asked Jaenelle.

The rhythm of a New York summer is passionate and powerful, evoking a rapid calypso, with July being the musical climax.

None but ourselves can free our minds.

The loss of these tastes [for poetry and music] is a loss of happiness, and may possibly be injurious to the intellect, and more probably to the moral character, by enfeebling the emotional part of...

Tragically we’ve forgotten the reason we’re even here at all.Worst still, we remember it’s just that we feel so comfortable.Do we notice, do we even careAll the people that are lost out there?Don’t you remember...

We start our lives with blues . . . with music. It’s our first language. It’s the rhythm of the womb. It’s your mama’s heartbeat inside your head.

Righteous, I like that. Kinda fitting when you think about it. If we danced and shared music, we’d be too busy en-joy-in’ life to start a war.

Music is healing and soothing. It is the universal language of kindness and love.

If you understand or if you don’tIf you believe or if you doubtThere’s a universal justiceAnd the eyes of truthAre always watching you

Would you destroy Something perfect in order to make it beautiful?

Pushing the boundaries of my golden cage, searching for new ways of expression and freedom, unveiling the ambiguities between music and art, friendship and love—that was my summer of 1979.

My mind is killing me”— The Glass Child, Stuck In My Mind

There have been times I’ve felt so much art in my soul I grew sick of artists.

Contrary to what you may have heard from Henry Rollins or/and Ian MacKaye and/or anyone else who joined a band after working in an ice cream shop, you can’t really learn much about a person...

People are like songs to me. About 60 seconds in, I’ll know whether or not to add them to my ‘favorites.

The lower the class of the affair, the more likely the band will be invited to eat.

Mishaps in life echoes for eternity. Weeks from now, I will be harvesting my glory. Imagine greater!

I think music is the greatest art form that exists, and I think people listen to music for different reasons, and it serves different purposes. The best songs are the ones that make you feel...

We should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once.

Questions, I’ve got some questionsI want to know youBut what if I could ask you only one thingOnly this one time, what would you tell me?Well maybe you could give me a suggestionSo I could...

Music may be the activity that prepared our pre-human ancestors for speech communication and for the very cognitive, representational flexibility necessary to become humans.

What has keys but can’t listen to the beauty it unlocks? A piano.

I ran a few miles, Davis, and they were musical. Then I made love like the sound of a trumpet, as heard by Helen Keller.

Every sex noise can be converted into a note and frozen in a can of soda. Ask me about menstruation music today!

The music enchanted the air. It was like the south wind, like a warm night, like swelling sails beneath the stars, completely and utterly unreal… It made everything spacious and colourful, the dark stream of...

I never liked jazz music because jazz music doesn’t resolve. But I was outside the Bagdad Theater in Portland one night when I saw a man playing the saxophone. I stood there for fifteen minutes,...

And I knowThe scariest part is letting goCause love is a ghost you can’t control

Once, somebody asked Robert Schumann to explain the meaning of a certain piece of music he had just played on the piano. What Robert Schumann did was sit back down at the piano and play...

Well my music was different in high school; I was singing about love—you know, things I don’t care about anymore.

Fashion and music are the same, because music express its period too.

After I had been studying with him for two years, Schoenberg said, “In order to write music, you must have a feeling for harmony.” I explained to him that I had no feeling for harmony....

Anything can become music if listened to long enough

I am a black woman/ the music of my song/ some sweet arpeggio of tears/ is written in a minor key/ and I/ can be heard humming in the night/ Can be heard/ humming/ in...

Bruce has always been so nice to me, which is crazy, because he’s one of my heroes. I’ll never forget being at a Rock and Roll Hall of Fame ceremony the year Bruce and Paul...

The heart has a heart of its own.

These tears I’m wailing,I spill not without reason.Remove them, my dearest love.Take me to the place I’ve been dreaming of,where the grotesquely lonely meet the grotesquely lonelyand they whisper,just very softly,Please be mine, Dearest Love.

I want what we all want,” said Carl. “To move certain parts of the interior of myself into the exterior world, to see if they can be embraced.

We fought back with our music; it was the only weapon we had.

We take gingko to sharpen our memories. We could be memorizing song lyrics instead.

The music was more than music- at least what we are used to hearing. The music was feeling itself. The sound connected instantly with something deep and joyous. Those powerful moments of true knowledge that...

There is one secret place…it is beautiful and peaceful, where gentle water flows, and most beautiful garden grows, yet, nobody could ever go to…You reach deep within my soul drawing out all the dreams that...