Al David Quotes

Glass & peace alike betray proof of fragility under repeated blows.

There is peace in play.

I have always found peace among books.

We have earned our peace. It is, by now, more precious than honor, or even pity.

You decide. You be the judge. It says You are welcome regardless of severity. Severity is in the eye of the sufferer, it says. Pain is pain.

That's the problem with memories: you can visit them but you can't live with them.

If someone suffers enough pain and abuse, his volitional capacities will diminish to nothing.

To be subjected to pain that threatens to exceed coping resources is not something that people choose.

Pain makes people who they are.

... A man's wife can hold him devilish uneasy, if she begins to scold and fret, and perplex him, at a time when he has a full load for a railroad car on his mind already.

We tell ourselves that intimacy (and marriage) takes two people who are willing to work at it-but, unfortunately, we rarely have the slightest inkling of our "job" assignments in this project.

When are you going to marry her? “As soon as I can find a preacher willing to perform a ceremony with a handcuffed and gagged bride, ” Zach replied grimly.

Am I a mindless fool? My life is a fragment, a disconnected dream that has no continuity. I am so tired of senselessness. I am tired of the music that my feelings sing, the dream music.

We can be heroes just for one day

One writes music because winter is eternal and because, if one didn't, the wolves and blizzards will be at one's throat all the sooner.

Disco's are tricky. You look a total wally if you dance too early but after one crucial song tips the disco over, you look a sad saddo if you don't.

I did not know then that words and music are more deadly than any spear.

Written in pain, written in aweBy a puzzled man who questionedWhat we were here for

Bowie talks in great, voluble torrents, darting from one topic to the next, parenthesizing and then parenthesizing the parentheses, as if he has too many ideas for one conversation.

You might say that the universe plays the blues.

The online music magazine Pitchfork once wrote that I would collaborate with anyone for a bag of Doritos.

Any kid will tell you that, yes, their music is both an escape and a survival mechanism, and that sometimes the music givesbthem hope and inspiration. It doesn't just placate and pacify.

I’m not sorry it stopped. [on Lady Gaga’s ”Poker Face”]

I've never listened to music lying down. Listening's reading if you close your eyes.Music's a wood you walk through.

Music eats its young and gives birth to a new hybrid creature.

I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlourdrinking milk shakes cold and longSmiling and waving and looking so finedon't think you knew you were in this song

In the Belgian backwaters, south of Bruges, there lives a reclusive English composer, named Vyvyan Ayrs. You won’t have heard of him because you’re a musical oaf, but he’s one of the greats.

Part of my music is being alone, having that time to shut down all other noises to hear the tune underneath.

I used to have a drug problem, now I make enough money.

In the past people used to rob banks, now the banks rob the people.

All other things held constant, to the extent that an individual or society sees, believes in, and acts in abundance, so will it have wealth and happiness.

No doesn't mean to Marcus what it means to those without money and a car.

The universe has more than enough business and wealth for everyone—way more than enough.

When we begin to view our experiences through the lens of gratitude, our heart, mind and spirit naturally expand.

The heart knows nothing except its own mind.

When the heart stops, you die. Love is everywhere that life is, and if there is no love for life, you die. Giving up on love is the same thing as giving up on life itself.

He wondered what his heart would look like if he could pluck it from his chest and inspect it.

She had been lost on her own and I had been lost on my own, so it was natural that once we found each other we wanted to keep being unlost with each other. But that, at heart, had made us exist.

the heart knows nothing except its own mind

What is your name?"Why?"So I can mark your grave...

Apropos, you're going to have to learn to sooner or later that you can't just let other people decide what the world around you should and shouldn't be.

Lack of movement is a formidable force to overcome.

There are some for whom the good of mankind is their primary concern, and others who basically put their own considerations before everyone else. I was among the latter.

Noblest. Bravest. What rot. There was no bravery in buying oneself out of difficulty.

Youth believes itself immortal. There is a cure for such an attitude, but unfortunately it is a cure from which one never recovers.

Unfortunately, the world does not always act in a manner consistent with one's plans for it.

I guess it really had been brave . . . because it was so bugger-all stupid, and if there was one thing I'd come to realize, ti was that bravery and bugger-all stupidity went hand in hand.

I remember so many things [. . .] The problem is, only half of them are true . . . and the half which is true keeps changing places with the half which is false.

It seemed to me that, no matter what endeavor I was involved in, I was to be something of a sham.

Suddenly, it seems obvious to me: Only fantasy books can make sense of the skewed reality in which I live.