Lords of blue and Lords of gold, Lords of wind and waters wild, Lords of time that's growing old, When will come the season mild?When will come blue Madoc's child?

Stories are like children. They grow in their own way.

Lords of melody and song, Lords of roses burning bright, Blue will right the ancient wrong, Though the way is dark and long, Blue will shine with loving light.

Lords of space and Lords of time, Lords of blessing, Lords of grace, Who is in the warmer clime?Who will follow Madoc's rhyme?Blue will alter time and space.

My life acccomplishments? Sanity, and you

When [Billy] Strayhorn came on the scene, he just blew us away.

I'll just be sitting down having dinner with girlfriends or something and people come up and ruin the dinner.

If we ever opened a meeting with a prayer, silent or otherwise, we would disintegrate.

I learned, one, you shouldn't ever quit. And I learned, two, you'll never be able to explain it to anybody

Without doubt, machinery has greatly increased the number of well-to-do idlers.

Eternity forbids thee to forget.

We stand for musical individuality. That's all we stand for.

The laptop brings back a more seamless kind of learning.

He who lays up treasures in heaven looks forward to eternity