In jazz, as in poetry, there is always that play between what’s regular and what’s wild. That has always appealed to me.
That’s what I thought. When I looked that human in the face. I figured he was either a genius or crazy. ” Artemis’s cool eyes glared at them from the screen. “So which is it?” asked Foaly. “A genius or crazy?” Root grabbed his tri-barreled blaster from the gun rack. “What’s the difference?
What’s broken, and how do we fix it?
Perhaps it’s time, I muse, to close those chapters and remember the enduring lesson of my entrapment: that relationships, not accomplishments, are what’s important in life.
What’s my greatest weakness? Sad stories, people with problems
You’re just a young kid. What are you doin’ here? You oughta be out in a convertible, why… bird-doggin’ chicks and bangin’ beaver. What are ya doin’ here, for Christ’s sake? What’s funny about that? Jesus, I mean, you guys do nothin’ but complain about how you can’t stand it in this place here and then you haven’t got the guts just to walk out!
I can be intolerably jealous and I think that’s what’s driven me. My ambition knows no end.
Sure things are going to get sketchy, but when your having the time of your life whats sketchy?
I miss school. What’s wrong with me?
Rehearsal? What’s that? Rehearsal’s for fags. Rehearsal. Not much.
Mad Hatter: “Why is a raven like a writing-desk?” “Have you guessed the riddle yet?” the Hatter said, turning to Alice again. “No, I give it up,” Alice replied: “What’s the answer?” “I haven’t the slightest idea,” said the Hatter
What’s the difference between you and God? God never thinks he’s you.
That’s how people live, by telling stories. What’s the first thing a kid says when he learns how to talk? “Tell me a story. ” That’s how we understand who we are, where we come from. Stories are everything.
Children are the true connoisseurs. What’s precious to them has no price, only value.
Only in books do we learn what’s really going on.
What’s the will of God for my life? You don’t need to know the will of God in your life, you need to know the God of your life!
We prefer to go deformed and distorted all our lives rather than not resemble the portrait of ourselves which we ourselves have first drawn. It’s absurd. We run the risk of warping what’s best in us
Im not trying to stay in the same place and Im not trying to compete with whats currently in fashion. That would be dishonest. But, at the same time, Im different and the music reflects that to some degree.
With a changing key, you unlock the house where the snow of what’s silenced drifts. Just like the blood that bursts from Your eye or mouth or ear, so your key changes. Changing your key changes the word That may drift with flakes. Just like the wind that rebuffs you, Clenched round your word is the snow.
You know what’s more insane than [slaughterhouses]? Meat eaters. Walking around, acting like their lifestyle isn’t causing any harm.