Quotes About Music

Music has been my playmate, my lover, and my crying towel.

Do I sing? Oh, I'm indifferent enough, sir, for that; but the reason why the grave-digger made music must have been because there was none in his spade, sir.

Once in a while, we came in at the death of a chief 's pig; the noise of whose slaughtering was generally to be heard at a great distance. An occasion like this gathers the neighbors together, and they have a bit of a feast, where a stranger is always welcome. A good loud squeal, therefore, was music in our ears. It showed something going on in that direction.

I'll tell you, Margie, most of those things you say are worth having, I don't know about. You have a better education than I did. Music, books, wine, art, all that—I'll tell you, I think if you're happy they must be nice to have, but if you're unhappy they don't help much. The main thing is happiness.

Now stop your dancing; you wouldn't come out and dance when I played to you.

but sing no more this bitter tale that wears my heart away

What most of us must be involved in--whether we teach or write, make films, write films, direct films, play music, act, whatever we do--has to not only make people feel good and inspired and at one with other people around them, but also has to educate a new generation to do this very modest thing: change the world.

And Bernice Johnson, who organized the Albany Freedom Singers and was expelled from Albany State College for her determined involvement in the movement.

If you are going to break the law, do it with two thousand people … and Mozart.

Typically, preachers in our work-oriented society teach that God rested to provide humanity with a precedent for rest, an example for our good. Seldom have I heard mention of the other meaning for rest, the one used in musical notation. This meaning refers to cessation rather than recovery from weariness. Our enjoyment of music owes much to these brief pauses.

My favorite song depends on the day, what I'm going through, what I'm feeling.

Turn the goddam music up! My heart feels like an alligator!

In San Francisco - life goes on. Hope rises and dreams flicker and die. Love plans for tomorrow and loneliness thinks of yesterday. Life is beautiful and living is pain. The sound of music floats down a dark street. A young girl looks out a window and wishes she were married. A drunk sleeps under a bridge. It is tomorrow.

and the sad notes floated out to the patio and hung in the trees like birds too tired to fly

I'm a word freak. I like words. I've always compared writing to music. That's the way I feel about good paragraphs. When it really works, it's like music.

What kind of rat bastard psychotic would play that song- right now, at this moment?

As for LSD, I highly recommend it. We had a fine, wild weekend and no trouble at all. The feeling it produces is hard to describe. 'Intensity' is a fair word for it. Try half a cube at first, just sit in the living room and turn on the music - after the kids have gone to bed. But never take it in uncomfortable or socially tense situations. And don't have anybody around whom you don't like.

I still believe that a car with the gas needle on empty can run about fifty more miles if you have the right music very loud on the radio.

Lucy paints portraits of Barbara Streisand.

I like to load up on mescaline and turn my amplifier up to 110 decibels for a taste of White Rabbit while the sun comes up on the snow-peaks along the Continental Divide. Which is not entirely the point. The world is full of places where a man can run wild on drugs and loud music and firepower -- but not for long.

The sun was going down behind the scrub hills northwest of the city. A good Kristofferson tune was croaking out of the radio. We cruised back to town through the warm dusk, relaxed on the red leather seats of our electric white Coupe de Ville.

The music business is a cruel and shallow money trench, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free and good men die like dogs. There's also a negative side. --Hunter S. Thompson

The music business is a cruel and shallow money trench, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free and good men die like dogs. There's also a negative side.

The music machine played away - far away - and when I started to understand the lyrics of a Cocteau Twins song, I knew I was wrecked.