#it

'Hound Dog' took like twelve minutes. That's not a complicated piece of work. But the rhyme scheme was difficult. Also the metric structure of the music was not easy. 'Kansas City' was maybe eight minutes, if that. Writing the early blues was spontaneous. You can hear the energy in the work. ↗

— Jerry Leiber

#blues #city #complicated #difficult #dog

The work which is manipulated looks a little boring to me. I think life is pretty strange anyway. It is wooo, wooo, wooo! ↗

— Annie Leibovitz

#boring #i #i think #life #little

It is self-evident that at sixty-five a man has done all that he is fit to do. ↗

— Anthony Trollope

#fit #man #self-evident #sixty-five

When I look at the majority of my own songs they really came from my own sense of personal confusion or need to express some pain or beauty - they were coming from a universal and personal place. ↗

— Annie Lennox

#came #coming #confusion #express #i

Competition is the spice of sports; but if you make spice the whole meal you'll be sick. ↗

— George Leonard

#make #meal #sick #spice #sports

When I need the idea, I can find it immediately. I have a horror of rewriting or deleting; the parts of my composition are carried in my head 'till I can write them down, even to the last note. Then I do not alter a jot. ↗

— Ruggero Leoncavallo

#carried #composition #down #even #find

When I was younger I was completely without money - when I was studying in Budapest, when I was a refugee. ↗

— Gyorgy Ligeti

#completely #i #money #refugee #studying

Last night the United States dropped four 2,000 pound bombs on Saddam Hussein. I don't know anything about explosives, but, my God, do those things even need to explode? ↗

— David Letterman

#anything #bombs #dropped #even #explode

Firefighters are essential to the safety and security of our local communities. We owe it to these men and women to provide them with better training and equipment so they can do their jobs more effectively and safely. ↗

— Carl Levin

#communities #effectively #equipment #essential #firefighters

Cry no tears for us, my friend.” I pry at her fingers, panicking to be released in fear that she may drag me into death with her. She croaks again, “Lend no aches to the dreams of yesterday.” From the corpse of Warren, his greyish gums smack from whatever goo has settled in his mouth, “Allow the tide sweep free the bay.” Then together they sing in zombie choir, “And home the ships sailing send. ↗

— Nathan Reese Maher

#cityspire #death #dreams #gothic #romance