In my songs, the sex is all subliminal. It's subliminal, spiritual.
Sure, occasionally a certain sappy song or romantic movie would come on, and you’d wonder what he or she was up to, but there was no way to know. Of course, you could always pick up the phone (and more recently, text or e-mail), but that would requ...
Music has become more pervasive and portable than ever. But it feels less previous in the bargain. I don't want to confuse artistic and commercial value, but it's just a fact that some kid who rips an album for free isn't going to give it the same at...
It was dawning on the wizards that they were outside the University, at night and without permission, for the first time in decades. A certain suppressed excitement crackled from man to man. Any watch trained in reading body language would have been ...
A Short Testament Whatever harm I may have done In all my life in all your wide creation If I cannot repair it I beg you to repair it, And then there are all the wounded The poor the deaf the lonely and the old Whom I have roughly dismissed As if I w...
Time dims memory. But not that kind. Somewhere in a corner of the brain, one little cell never forgets. It keeps the song that, heard again, recreates the room, the person, the moment. It preserves the phrase or the laugh or the gesture that resurrec...
You're a hopeless romantic," said Faber. "It would be funny if it were not serious. It's not books you need, it's some of the things that once were in books. The same things could be in the 'parlor families' today. The same infinite detail and awaren...
...the Master and the boy followed each other as if drawn along the wires of some mechanism, until soon it could no longer be discerned which was coming and which going, which following and which leading, the old or the young man. Now it seemed to be...
[Howl comes running out of the bathroom, screaming. His hair is now orange] Howl: Sophie! You, you sabotaged me! Look! Look at what you've done to my hair! Look! Old Sophie: What a pretty color. Howl: It's hideous! You completely ruined my magic poti...
The Bride: I was wondering, just between us girls, what did you say to Pai Mei for him to snatch out your eye? Elle Driver: [flashback showing Pai Mei snatching out Elle's eye] I called him a miserable old fool. The Bride: Ooh, bad idea. Elle Driver:...
Jack Crabb: Grandfather, I am glad to see you. Old Lodge Skins: Glad to see you too, my son. My heart soars like a hawk. Do you want to eat? I won't eat with you, because I'm gonna' die soon. Jack Crabb: Die, grandfather? Old Lodge Skins: Yes, my son...
Old James Ryan: [addressing Capt. Miller's grave] My family is with me today. They wanted to come with me. To be honest with you, I wasn't sure how I'd feel coming back here. Every day I think about what you said to me that day on the bridge. I tried...
Caden Cotard: I wanted to ask you, how old are kids when they start to write? Madeleine Gravis: Listen, there's an absolutely brilliant novel written by a four year old. Caden Cotard: Really? Madeleine Gravis: 'Little Winky" by Horace Azpiazu. Caden ...
Only when a new government comes to power do you learn to appreciate the values of the old one.
Young people talk of what they are doing; old people of what they have done; and fools of what they have a mind to do.
I don't mean this in a stuck-up way, but I needed an attitude song.
It doesn't matter what age you are, an effective song will move you.
It's amazing what some people read into songs.
I tramp a perpetual journey.
Every song is a story unfolding.
I always think that you should be striving to write your best song.
