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It would be inappropiate, undignified, at 38, to conduct friendships or love affairs with the ardour or intensity of a 22 year old. Falling in love like that? Writing poetry? Crying at pop songs? Dragging people into photobooths? Taking a whole day to make a compilation tape? Asking people if they wanted to share your bed, just for company? If you quoted Bob Dylan or TS Eliot or, god forbid, Brecht at someone these days they would smile politely and step quietly backwards, and who would blame them? Ridiculous, at 38, to expect a song or book or film to change your life. ↗

— David Nicholls

#growing-up #music #change

He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music. ↗

— James Joyce

#music #tears #words #beauty

I was determined to carve out a music of my own. I didn't want to copy anybody. ↗

— Bill Monroe

#carve #copy #determined #i #music

So time over time what will change the world, no one knows? The only promise is a day to live, to give and share with one another.
 See the wisdom from mistakes in our past; the promise of a new day.
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— Paula Abdul

#music #philosophy #change

Music straightjackets a poem and prevents it from breathing on its own, whereas it liberates a lyric. Poetry doesn't need music; lyrics do. ↗

— Stephen Sondheim

#lyricists #music #poetry #music

But the boredom of Frau Spatz had by now reached that pitch where it distorts the countenance of man, makes the eyes protrude from the head, and lends the features a corpselike and terrifying aspect. More than that, this music acted on the nerves that controlled her digestion, producing in her dyspeptic organism such malaise that she was really afraid she would have an attack. ↗

— Thomas Mann

#corpselike #malaise #music

The finest music in the room is that which streams out to the ear of the spirit in many an exquisite strain from the little shelf of books on the opposite wall. Every volume there is an instrument which some melodist of the mind created and set vibrating with music, as a flower shakes out its perfume or a star shakes out its light. Only listen, and they soothe all care, as though the silken-soft leaves of poppies had been made vocal and poured into the ear. ↗

— James Lane Allen

#reading #music

The water was pure and cold and came out of the Apennines tasting like snow melted in the hands of a pretty girl. ↗

— Pat Conroy

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He begged hard, and said he couldn't play—a plausible excuse, but too thin; there wasn't a musician in the country that could. ↗

— Mark Twain

#mark-twain #music #musican #music

There's never a dull day When you're beaten by nonfiction. ↗

— Jay Farrar

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