I don't have all the answers. I need your help, your guidance, and your leadership to tackle the challenges before us.
The guitar is a wonderful instrument which is understood by few.
No one understands another's grief, no one understands another's joy. . . My music is the product of my talent and my misery. And that which I have written in my greatest distress is what the world seems to like best.
Anyone who loves music can never be quite unhappy.
Happy is the man who finds a true friend, and far happier is he who finds that true friend in his wife.
My compositions spring from my sorrows. Those that give the world the greatest delight were born of my deepest griefs.
When all hopes of recognition or honor have faded into distant memory, when purity of heart meets sorrow of mind, when all the world seems to walk in blindness and yet a man works without wearying for that which he loves. . . only in this moment is passion truly understood
This isn't life in the fast lane, it's life in the oncoming traffic.
I'm a working woman of 80 trying to work out what the image I can project is. How I can do it with, you know, dignity.
It's important to realize that the series actually grows with the reader. "March: Book One" is a great introduction for kids as young as eight or nine years old. But then they grow with the reader. Book Two is bigger, Book Three is even bigger. And they grow more violent and more confrontational.
Nothing human disgusts me unless it's unkind.