With red clay between my toes, and the sun setting over my head, the ghost of my mother blows in, riding on a honeysuckle breeze, oh lord, riding on a honeysuckle breeze.

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.

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.

Don't wait. If it's not right, move on.

I was always the girl who wore the mismatching socks, frizzy hair, ponytail I wouldn't take out for a week, and cutoff jean shorts that were at my knees.

Oklahoma is very beautiful, and Eric loves beauty, but he already has that in you.

My brain surprises even me sometimes.

There is no buzz like performing for a live audience.

I was born black and female.

Basic problem is that all models are wrong - not got enough middle and low level clouds.

He spoke in telegram-as if every word he used cost five bucks, and he only had a twenty in his wallet.

All writers believe in the magic of books; Jim Hines has created a system where that magic becomes real, usable, and very definitely not always safe.

The public want honesty from their politicians. Not showy gimmicks.