K. K. Barrett Quotes
I'd like to be rich. I'd like a lot of money to put into my physicals and to buy food for all my friends.
How many desolate creatures on the earth have learnt the simple dues of fellowship and social comfort, in a hospital.
I never felt so close to a guitar as that silver one with mirrors that I used on stage all the time.
Getting used to the studio and everything was fun, we freaked about alot. I was working very hard then.
It was not the apple on the tree but the pair on the ground that caused the trouble in the garden of Eden.
O rose, who dares to name thee? No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet, But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubblewheat, Kept seven years in a drawer, thy titles shame thee.
There's so much around, you don't know what to listen to. All I've got at home is Bo Diddley, some Stones and Beatles stuff, and old jazz records.
It is the familiar that usually eludes us in life. What is before our nose is what we see last.
A good neighbor sometimes cuts your morning up to mince-meat of the very smallest talk, then helps to sugar her bohea at night with your reputation.
What monster have we here? A great Deed at this hour of day? A great just deed - and not for pay? Absurd - or insincere?
I suppose I could've done a job. I haven't been doing any work. I'm not really used to doing quick jobs and then stopping, but I'm sure it would be possible.
A lot of people want to make films and do photography and things, but I'm quite happy doing what I'm doing.
You can play guitar in your canteen, you know, your hair might be longer, but there's a lot more to playing than travelling around universities and things.
The essence of all beauty, I call love, The attribute, the evidence, and end, The consummation to the inward sense Of beauty apprehended from without, I still call love.
We’re in the Customer Service business—we just happen to provide airline transportation.
What I do and what I dream include thee, as the wine must taste of its own grapes.
I did an episode of The Profiler. I actually worked on the last episode of Murphy Brown.
As the moths around a taper, As the bees around a rose, As the gnats around a vapour, So the spirits group and close Round about a holy childhood, as if drinking its repose.
There's nothing great Nor small, has said a poet of our day, Whose voice will ring beyond the curfew of eve And not be thrown out by the matin's bell.
World's use is cold, world's love is vain, world's cruelty is bitter bane; but is not the fruit of pain.
That's all I wanted to do as a kid. Play a guitar properly and jump around. But too many people got in the way.
And lilies are still lilies, pulled By smutty hands, though spotted from their white.
Gaze up at the stars knowing that I see the same sky and wish the same sweet dreams.