Blues music is becoming more and more popular than it ever was. I'm always meeting people on the road that are really young, and are guitar players. male and female.
I am not unconscious of the persuasive power exerted by these considerations to drag men along in the current; but I am not at liberty to travel that road.
You are not going to get peace with millions of armed men. The chariot of peace cannot advance over a road littered with cannon.
Young Doc: Remember, where you're going, there are no roads.
Philosophy: A route of many roads leading from nowhere to nothing.
We know what happens to people who stay in the middle of the road. They get run down.
Don't keep forever on the public road, going only where others have gone.
I do stupid stuff like that: I'll call my wife from the road, send her pictures of glaciers.
There is no such thing as a Democratic or Republican road, bridge, port, airfield or rail system.
I'm like the drunk in the bar who wants just one more for the road.
On the road from the City of Skepticism, I had to pass through the Valley of Ambiguity.
Know who you are, because that's how you will be cast at first. Then you can be Meryl Streep further down the road.
There is no road too long to the man who advances deliberately and without undue haste; there are no honors too distant to the man who prepares himself for them with patience.
Can you think of anything more permanently elating than to know that you are on the right road at last?
If Music is a Place -- then Jazz is the City, Folk is the Wilderness, Rock is the Road, Classical is a Temple.
In my case, the listener is often in an automobile driving to work. You can concentrate on the road while still getting an audio message that can be riveting.
I used to work as a tour guide for Americans. I'm convinced that even after four weeks on the road they had no idea where they had been. They were in a bubble.
If you had a record company believing in you enough to cut an album then you had better have the ability to work the album on the road.
The minute you start making calculations about what people will think of you as a person based on your work as an actor, you're on the road to becoming a bad one.
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