One cannot accept Christ and still be part of the normative Jewish community; one cannot live by Torah and still be part of the Church.
Christians and Jews alike are the new exiles of the contemporary world, struggling with how to sing the Lord's song in a strange land.
It has always been inevitable that, living as a small minority among a Christian majority, some Jews would convert to Christianity.
I've always found a cure for the blues is wandering into something unknown, and resting there, before coming back to whatever weight you were carrying.
Oh, 1994, April 27. There won't be a day like that ever again. I mean, the sky was blue, with a blueness that had never been there before.
I had the blues because I had no shoes until upon the street, I met a man who had no feet.
The girl next door isn't necessarily blonde and blue-eyed anymore. So I don't feel like I need to morph into that all-American thing.
I have wondered sometimes if there are not perhaps some disadvantages in having really blue blood in one's veins, like grandmamma and me.
Most of the songs I sing have that blues feeling in it. They have that sorry feeling. And I don't know what I'm sorry about. I don't.
Ever since I was a little kid and first heard Jimmy Reed's 'Honey, Don't Let Me Go,' the blues has been in my blood.
I will try to cram these paragraphs full of facts and give them a weight and shape no greater than that of a cloud of blue butterflies.
I am Ecuadorian but people felt so safe passing me off as a skinny, blue-eyed white girl.
I should like the fields tinged with red, the rivers yellow and the trees painted blue. Nature has no imagination.
Painting is marvelous; it makes you happier and more patient. Afterwards you do not have black fingers as with writing, but blue and red ones.
It's easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to make a blues record.
I think it was that we were really seasoned musicians. We had serious roots that spanned different cultures, obviously the blues.
There's a difference between the blues of the New Orleans guys and anyone else and the difference is in a chord, but I can't figure the name of it. It's a different chord, and they all make it.
When I was sixteen, I wrote the first hundred or so pages of a novel about a piano that was haunted by the ghost of an evil blues musician.
I hate it when I go into a Snack Shack and they're out of Blue Ice. The other slushie flavors taste like cheap candy.
Peace is bald eagle Flying and flying over the trees In search for a spot Under the blue sky To build her nest to care.
My first job was for a blue jean company as a sitting model. I posed for 15 minutes and made $50. It was 1976.
