I think bootlegging is kinda cool.

If I walk down the street in jeans and a plain t-shirt, I don't feel like the world sees me as I want to be seen or as what I am.

Hi. I'm Rachel Trachtenburg. I'm the daughter and the drummer for the Trachtenburg Family Slideshow Players.

I like lots of color and mix-and-match.

I like New York better than Seattle. It's bigger. I was really sad when I left, because I miss my friends, but I call them almost every day, and I have friends here now.

I'm learning to play piano. And also the musical saw.

My dad played in different clubs and open mic nights. But he mostly walked dogs. A lot of dogs.

My dad wrote a song about the people in the slides. I started playing harmonica. I was only six.

It's really fun and just to be with a friend while you're working really hard. It can sometimes be really stressful. Also it's just fun to have someone to laugh with and have a good time with.

I like The Beatles and I like The Kinks and I like The Rolling Stones and I like Led Zeppelin and I like Black Sabbath.

It's fun hitting on the drums and singing songs.

I love you, " he murmured into my hair. "You are my night and stars, the fate I would fix myself to in any life.

The power of attention is much greater than the force of self-restraint.

He was a bureaucrat, not a hitman, and most of the time that's what supervillainy looks like in real life.

Betty had forgotten how you only get slivers of stories from children - usually what they echo from overheard adult conversations.

When we accept tough jobs as a challenge to our ability and wade into them with joy and enthusiasm miracles can happen.

One of my favorite things is when I'm listening to a song and I find my own meaning in it that I can relate to and I can create my own relationship and bond with the song.

On human levels of consciousness one may emphasize getting and having as the prime goals, in spiritual consciousness he seeks the way of giving and being.

Who climbs the grammar-tree, distinctly knows Where noun, and verb, and participle grows.

Writers don’t care what they eat. They just care what you think of them

Happiness is seasonal, like anything else