Quotes About Dedication

MacKaye never varied his equipment: a Gibson SG guitar and a Marshall amplifier. "Even though I know that there's a lot of options, I'm not interested in options," he says. "I'm interested in how far I can take this simple equation, which is an amp, a cord, and a guitar, and how much I can do with it.

they also went out of their way to play all-ages shows, often hurting their draw by playing two sets a night.

Musicians here weren't afraid to go out and work really hard for satisfaction more than for success. That's what it came down to—you were working for some other notion of glory than financial.

Sometimes the Minutemen got grief for being their own road crew. "But I never thought that you should play up to 'the princeling,' " says Watt, referring to the prototypical pampered rock star. "So what if nobody sees you playing the fuckin' hero or the star. I never fancied myself like that.

Hardcore's organizational energy was just as important as its musical energy—

Why are we in a band again?' We just were driven to do it for some reason, I don't know why. Just because we had nothing better to do.

You never would get through to the end of being a father, no matter where you stored your mind or how many steps in the series you followed. Not even if you died. Alive or dead a thousand miles distant, you were always going to be on the hook for work that was neither a procedure nor a series of steps but, rather, something that demanded your full, constant attention without necessarily calling you to do, perform, or say anything at all.

She had been an exhausting woman to love. But he had loved her no less passionately for the hard work.

The lucky ones are the people like your husband there. The ones who find work that means something to them. That they can really put their heart into, however foolish it might look to other people.

He was aware, as he did so, of a poignant air of tragic dedication in all his actions, the dutiful routines of a doomed picket manning his lonely watch, as, beyond the next range of hills, the barbarian horde mounted its conquering ponies.

Always true to the code," she said.

Taking pains, working hard, not flaunting his or her chops so much as relying on them, the pop artisan teeters on a fine fulcrum between the stern, sell-the-product morality of the workhorse and the artist's urge to discover a pattern in, or derive a meaning from, the random facts of the world.

series you followed. Not even if you died. Alive or dead or a thousand miles distant, you were always going to be on the hook for work that was neither a procedure nor a series of steps but, rather, something that demanded your full, constant attention without necessarily calling on you to do, perform, or say anything at all.

Bosch had always thought it wasn't a bad way to go—doing what you loved.

When you find the one that you think fits, then grab on for dear life.

Take every case personally and you get angry. It builds a fire. It gives you the edge you need to go the distance every time out.

REACT is a BAM squad, Bosch. By Any Means. There are no rules with these guys.

thanks to the many police officers who over the years have given me an insight into their jobs and lives. I also want to ackowledge Tom Mangold

He knew that you didn't win justice by carrying a sign or a cardboard coffin. You earned it by being on the side of the righteous, by being unswayed from that

The excitement and adrenaline that accompany a new case caused a false high that always wore off quickly.

She guessed that his joining the cold case squad had fully consumed him to the point where he hadn't had time to listen his music.

charge for the Times—thanks to Bosch

It was in Frank Morgan's alto sax that I found the soundtrack of my detective. In his sad but uplifting ballad "Lullaby," written by pianist George Cables, I discovered my detective's anthem. For many years I played that song at the start of each writing day.

I couldn't become bogged down with it. I had to get