He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young ManIt's like if the music is loud enough I won't be able to listen to my own thoughts.
Tweak: Growing Up On MethamphetaminesI make music like I make love—in a group. OK, so I’m not in a band, and I sing alone in the shower.
This Book Has No TitleIt isn’t true, is it, Daniel, that music can tame the beasts? Yet, in the end, a song lives.
The Violin of AuschwitzWith my ninth mind I resurrect my first and dance slow to the music of my soul made new.
Visions of a Skylark Dressed in BlackWords cannot always do the work we need them to. Music is there for when words fail us.
The Wise Man's FearEvery hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings.
The Wilderness World of John Muir