The only bit I have pictured in any detail is the music (maybe ‘The Book of Love’ by the Magnetic Fields. Or Johnny Cash’s ‘It Ain’t Me, Babe’). It doesn’t matter if the selection is...

Many today insist that music is amoral, that there is nothing innately good or bad about music itself. They say it is neutral, and only its use determines whether it is good or evil. To...

Life is like music on a scale, shifting up and down. When your life is over, your song has been written.

Music is a language – and language, at its finest, should be music.

If movements were a spark every dancer would desire to light up in flames.

Sword of Raks is a symbol of a dancer with creative empowerment

Of course, of course. Drugs, music, a new age dawning … and you came for an old book.

When I find myself in times of trouble, mother Mary comes to me,speaking words of wisdom, let it be.And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me,speaking words of wisdom,...

The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his...

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.