A song rises up from the belly of my pastand rocks me in the bosom of buried memories.

The guitar poured out its soul, its history, its dreams, its pain, its victories, its secrets. The guitar’s strings purred with blues and ended with a haunting solitary song with no lyrics.

The guitar breathed. It inhaled and exhaled, and music filled the shop as the instrument picked the heartbreak of generations.

A real musician ain’t gonna choose his own guitar like an evil master choosing his slave. The guitar will choose his master and when he does, you’ll know it.

The place cast a spell on me, a lovely spell that seduced me one one breath at a time.

When you scratch these guitars, they bleed.

There’s secrets hiding inside this six-string just waitin’ for somebody to find ‘em and turn ‘em into music.

As he farmed, hard labor left his hands callused, the sun bleached his hair, his face leathered, and his heart throbbed with music.

Songs. Books. Poetry. Paintings. These things reveal truth. I believe lies and truth are tangled together.

I could go to a dozen houses, scrape away the dirt, and find his footprints, but my own prints evaporated before I ever looked back.

There are parents who use their small children as weapons. They are weak people. Sick people. And their children are watching them, watching how Mom and Dad use them as weapons.

If you think only sunshine brings you happiness, then you have not danced in the rain

I am not the body, I am not the mindI am the spirit, eternal, joyful and kind.

Truth is the cry of all, but the game of few.

The most important element of a free society, where individual rights are held in the highest esteem, is the rejection of the initiation of violence.

Mystics always hope that science will some day overtake them.

Make life an art rather than art from life.

Fashion is general. Style is individual.

There are moments in our lives which, threaded, give us heaven—

There are Mafia families that have bought magnificent houses on the North Shore, although not yet the great estates because they don't want that kind of high profile.

Joining a sub-culture, any sub-culture, for whatever reason, is as I see it never a legitimate self-expression. It is always a result of sheep mentality; a wish to belong somewhere.