Quotes About Artistry

Wanted: a needle swift enough to sew this poem into a blanket

If the redeemed sing, presumably someone must write the songs.

They're beautiful hands," he said; "though they've ruined the world, they're beautiful hands.

I will never run out of new projects. I've got them backed up in my mind, and when I feel one is complete enough, we just get the band together, call our engineer, and proceed to make some new music. I did a duet album called Deuces with artists ranging from

I just try to play music from my heart and bring as much beauty as I can to as many people as I can. Just give them other alternatives, especially people who aren't exposed to creative music.

Master your instrument, master the music, and then forget all that crap and just play.

Don't be afraid, just play the music.

If you don't live it, it won't come out of your horn.

Don't play the saxophone, let the saxophone play you.

The writer who possesses the creative gift owns something of which he is not always master- something that at time strangely wills and works for itself.

A great meal can be deftly managed or thuggishly muscled, either way resulting in an original offering of scrumptiousness.

clothing that placed them somewhere along the hippy/anarchist/punk rock/funked-out artist continuum.

To achieve the kind of hard beat 'Gasm needed to back up Hartz's guitar madman act, Reichmann could have done as well pounding on a trash-can lid.

You think it, I ink it.

There's no crying in tattooing.

Every man is the builder of a temple, called his body, to the god he worships, after a style purely his own, nor can he get off by hammering marble instead. We are all sculptors and painters, and our material is our own flesh and blood and bones.

Margarete Matzenauer reveled in the gorgeous opulence of her royal purple voice.

Most writers have a cherished beat-up typewriter and a favorite well-maintained pen.

Before the typewriter, this was a booming career path, as nearly every major business needed a competent and proficient penman on hand... during the golden age of penmanship (roughly 1860 to 1930).

Author: a dancer of typewriter keys.

Your writing chamber isn't the office or the study — it's your heart.

He transforms every bottle of ink into a scrolling trail of metaphors.

Writing — a race to the typewriter keys before that brilliant idea flees

They'll find ink in my veins and blood on my typewriter keys.