That's all the freedom we can hope for - the freedom to choose our prison.
I like coffee tables. I’m into drinkable furniture.
Better to choose a limit capriciously than to have none.
We are trying to prove that the blues lives on forever and anybody in this place can sing the blues.
Our repertoire consisted of rhythm and blues, sort of country rhythm and blues, Sonny Terry things.
I'll never throw away my blue jeans.
Kinsey was never a lawyer. She's strictly blue collar.
Dark economic clouds are dissipating into an emerging blue sky of opportunity.
I tend to play a lot of blues things at home, because most blues things are basically within a 12-bar pattern.
I'm into a casual-dressing girl: blue jeans and a tank top is super sexy.
I put a limited time on the blues. I say, 'I allowed myself to be blue for four hours, and now I'm going to stop.'
Mrs. Tarantino: Are you the police? Elwood: No ma'am. We're musicians.
Elwood: You on the motorcycle... You two girls... tell your friends.
Elwood: [after crashing the Bluesmobile in a car dealership] The new Oldsmobiles are in early this year!
Mr. Fabulous: It's a fucking barn. We'll never fill it.
You hear lots of notes, don’t you? Some have a major sound. Some have a minor sound. But there’s not one blue note among all these black and white keys. The real blues, the soul of the sound, comes from the spaces in-between.
It didn’t feel like the Fates were looking over me that day. When I glanced up, I couldn’t see destiny’s threads tangling in the sky like the silk of a giant spider’s web, woven by three pairs of gnarled, arthritic hands. All I saw was blue �...
We don't know where we're going, but isn't is fun to go?
There's a book of poetry in the lines of my hands that no one wants to read
. . . distant as the death of grocery chickens.
The world isn't built with a ramp.
