I've always been a singer in my mind. Fronting a band is something I've never done because I've always done other things. It's something I want to do, and the more I do it, the more and more it feels very natural. I've always been a little timid and ...
I'm glad I was never in a band.
I've played drums in bands since I was 16.
I was in two very horrible bands.
I always knew I wanted to be in a band.
Our band doesn't really have a name.
I wouldn't do go to another band.
I was in the band as a boy and was taught music and learned to compose.
You're in a band 24 hours a day.
Literature sustains life because it captures death in its forward march. Clickety-clickety-clack, the wheels go round and round ...
The cold stars spun to the ancient rhythm, the august march of an everlasting symphony. They are old, the stars, and their memory is long.
Previous experience had taught me that any expedition marches on its stomach.
Crazy is such a misunderstood term. I like to think that I march to the beat of my own drummer.
The central movement of the mind is the desire for unrestricted liberty and (...) this movement is invariably accompanied by its opposite, a dread of the consequences of liberty.
There is no need for me to curse you -the murderer survives the victim only to learn that it was himself that he longed to be rid of. Hatred is self-hatred.
Feeling a little grumpy, Melvin decided he would no longer take a bath ever again. Therefore, with that in mind, he marched off into the woods.
My head was a desolate place and as barren as the bare hills of Le Marche. Until I began to build in it, only vultures nested there.
On March 5th, I'm having my birthday celebration. The party starts at midnight, and ends at 12:01 AM. Don't be late!
I talked to him on Christmas, and again on March 5th. Neither one of us hung up the phone that whole time.
Don't ever become a pessimist... a pessimist is correct oftener than an optimist, but an optimist has more fun, and neither can stop the march of events.
The only thing you can be sure of, Herr March, is that - whoever wins - still standing when the smoke of battle clears will be the banks of the cantons of Switzerland.
