Walt Whitman Quotes
Loafe with me on the grass—loose the stop from your throat; Not words, not music or rhyme I want—not custom or lecture, not even the best; Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.
Walt Whitman
Quotes to Explore
As a youngster, my parents made me aware that all that was from the African Diaspora belonged to me. So I came in with Caribbean music, African music, Latin music, gospel music and blues.
Henry Saint Clair Fredericks
Baseball is meant to be a contemplative game. They play music to draw young people to the game. If young people can't come to the game without music, then they should stay home.
W. P. Kinsella
Music is my first love.
Mandy Moore
Great music is its own movie, already. And the challenge, as a music fan, is to keep the song as powerful as it wants to be, to not tamper with it and to somehow give it a home.
Cameron Crowe
If you have music that sounds like what you cover, people won't be able to differentiate who you are.
Sam Tsui
If she but smile, the crystal calm shall break In music, sweeter than it ever gave, As when a breeze breathes o'er some sleeping lake, And laughs in every wave.
Bayard Taylor
Music has no limits of a life-span.
Nadine Gordimer
The composer does not sit around and wait for an inspiration to walk up and introduce itself…Making music is actually little else than a matter of invention aided and abetted by emotion. In composing we combine what we know of music with what we feel.
George Gershwin
Every other art,-as poetry, music, painting,-may be practised without the process showing forth the rules according to which it is conducted ;-but in the self-cognizant art of the philosopher, no step can be taken without declaring the grounds upon which it proceeds.
Johann Gottlieb Fichte
They transfer the prison, and all of a sudden all this money cuts loose, all these people cut loose.
Janis Karpinski
Well, first I studied piano. I wasn't very satisfied because I though my teachers were dumb... and repressive.
Luc Ferrari
Loafe with me on the grass—loose the stop from your throat; Not words, not music or rhyme I want—not custom or lecture, not even the best; Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.
Walt Whitman
