We're all puppets, Laurie. I'm just a puppet who can see the strings.
Every band I've come across has read more than I have.
A lot of the time it feels like… music is some sort of excuse to be a human. It’s kind of like people need that excuse to go and put their arms in the air and sing their hearts out.
Love it will not betray you, dismay or enslave you, it will set you freeto be more like the man you were made to be
I think it was T. S. Eliot who talked about good poetry being felt before it’s understood. I believe that. There are some bands where I love their lyrics but I don’t have a clue what they’re on about.
I approach my life haphazardly. Not much holiness and only as much wisdom as I can muster.
A lot of the time writers are just sponges. . . for what's around them, and so books are helpful for focusing your mind and literally putting it into words.
I could not help staring back, for they made quite a contrast: Kate's pale skin and elegant purple suit, Nadira's dusky skin and exotic fiery sari. "Do we clash?" Nadira said dryly. "We certainly do," said Kate. "Would you like me to move?" "Don't trouble yourself.
There are people who pay attention to the weaknesses of their friends; that is to no avail. I have always closely watched and profited from the strengths of my adversaries.
Keep working even when no one is watching.
Why is it that traveling Americans are always so dreadful?