What makes sense is not law, syntax, rules or structure
We are unique, each human voice, not because we are completely self-generated, but because of who we choose to assemble the countless factors that made us.
Music was language in our house. It was air. . . . . I feel certain that if I absorbed any lessons at all in the first months and years of my life, they must have been about the work that went into making a beautiful sound.
I enjoy the more floaty, exposed, elegant singing.
I haven't really been able to transfer into that extraordinarily other worldly creature, other than I hope on stage.
I don't like to sing loud.
I would love to do more private concerts.
Ah, in this world, where every guiding thread Ends suddenly in the one sure centre, death, The visionary hand of Might-have-been Alone can fill Desire's cup to the brim!
The worthy GM never purposely kills players' PCs, He presents opportunities for the rash and unthinking players to do that all on their own.
Every search begins with beginner's luck. And every search ends with the victor's being severely tested. " The boy remembered an old proverb from his country. It said that the darkest hour of the night came just before the dawn.
The American Indian is of the soil, whether it be the region of forests, plains, pueblos, or mesas. He fits into the landscape, for the hand that fashioned the continent also fashioned the man for his surroundings. He once grew as naturally as the wild sunflowers, he belongs just as the buffalo belonged.