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

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.

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.

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

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.

James Bond: a paid assassin of plutocratic cartels, a womanizer, a dipsomaniac, a speed demon, a materialist.

I think a hero is an ordinary individual who finds strength to persevere and endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles.

Nobody can tell about this California climate. One minit its hot and the next minit its cold, so a person never knows what to hock.

Milk is for babies. When you grow up you have to drink beer.

I love diamond facials - they leave me glowing and refreshed.

He that is angry at a feast is rude.

The noble temptation to see too much in everything.

It's very hard when you eat out every day for a living, and a new restaurant comes along and you haven't got that same vigour that you had 10 years ago.

Nowadays, it is fashionable for agents to be out. When you call them, they're always "out." It's in, you see, to be out. If they're in, they're out. So, they're always out. That way, they'll be in.

All I ever wanted was to make scrilla Have a recording session with J Dilla.