As you know, God is generally on the side of the big squadrons against the small ones.
There are silences harder to take back than words.
They say productivity is the key to confidence, and confidence. . . to productivity. And they're happy walking back and forth between these two rooms, each the excuse for the other.
Writing is like washing windows in the sun. With every attempt to perfect clarity, you make a new smear.
Too much apology doubles the offense.
Tyranny and fantasy both like to write everyone else's lines.
Only half of writing is saying what you mean. The other half is preventing people from reading what they expected you to mean.
Something once lost will never return
My dad was all about music. He was a musician, leading a band when I was born. His band was active all through the 40s. He'd started it in the late 20s and 30s. According to the scrapbook, his band was doing quite well around the Boston area. During the Depression they were on radio. It was a jazz-oriented band. He was a trumpet player, and he wrote and arranged for the band. He taught me how to play the piano and read music, and taught me what he knew of standard tunes and so forth. It was a fantastic way to come up in music.
Your empty eyes seem to pass me by and leave me dancing with myself.
I'd rather do new stuff. The old stuff is better to talk about than to see. It always sounds better than it really is.