Literature is love. I think it went like this: drawings in the cave, sounds in the cave, songs in the cave, songs about us. Later, stories about us. Part of what we always did was have sex and fight about it and break each other’s hearts. I guess t...
Selma: You like the movies, don't you? Bill Houston: I love the movies. I just love the musicals. Selma: But isn't it annoying when they do the last song in the films? Bill Houston: Why? Selma: Because you just know when it goes really big... and the...
Sam: OK, remember when Paul McCartney wrote the song "Michelle" and then he only wrote the first part, Annie said. And then he gave that part to John Lennon, and he wrote the part that said, "I love you, I love you, I love you." And Annie said that i...
I am always hearing. . . the sound of a far off song. I do not exactly know where it is, or what it means; and I don't hear much of it, only the odour of its music, as it were, flitting across the great billows of the ocean outside this air in which ...
The hour of spring was dark at last, sensuous memories of sunlight past, I stood alone in garden bowers and asked the value of my hours. Time was spent or time was tossed, Life was loved and life was lost. I kissed the flesh of tender girls, I heard ...
Barry: Top 5 songs about death. A Laura's Dad tribute list, okay? Okay. Leader of the Pack. The guy fuckin' beefs it on his motorcycle and dies, right? Dead Man's Curve. Jan & Dean. Dick: Do you know that right after they recorded that song Jan himse...
Sparks are warm while they last.
The right song can change everything.
War is always an adventure to those who've never seen it.
I borrowed a guitar at age 16 and taught myself to play because I wanted to write songs.
I learned to play guitar at a young age and converted poems and stuff that I had written to songs.
Real popular culture is folk art - coalminers' songs and so forth.
I just love pretty things, whether it is art, a song or a pair of shoes.
Love, I'm pretty sure, is light.
Beautiful songs and voice echo in my heart.
A word is a small song.
He liked her; it was as simple as that.
The music of hope is everywhere. All you have to do is listen for it.
Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.
Her passions were narrow but deep.
there is very little 'of course' when it comes to custom
