Normally the meaning of the songs, if there is any, occurs to me after I've written the song.

The hands find a way to do what the heart wants to say

If you lack technique you lose the freedom to create.

I didn't study music. I literally lived it.

With the guitar I've suffered a great deal, but when I've had a good time, the suffering seemed worthwhile.

I believe that people have to be sensitized more about the many jobs an individual can branch out to after studying an art form.

You may be surprised to know that growing up, I wanted to be a writer of children's books.

What I love about African-African music is how unselfconscious it is in so many ways.

In general, even if I'm dealing with a historical subject, I begin with invention rather than investigation, because I need to understand what is going to be the voice or the tone of the story.

I have noticed that these days, people don't want to take their time to succeed.

As a visual arts teacher, I have to keep my mind open. I have explores styles from pointillism to cubism.

Leo couldn't help smiling. "That could be fun.""Fun" she said unhappily."Blue elephants.""Blue elephants.""Kiss me you fool.""You fool.

This is one of the two great labyrinths into which human minds are drawn: the question of free will versus predestination.

I've run for statewide office plenty of times, and people know me.

Wealthy women have rights in every country. And poor women don't.

In athletics, older runners tend to go for longer races, but it's the opposite in swimming because your body can't handle the endurance.

If I see an orchid that's fantastically expensive, I'll buy it. It's worth it, for no other reason than it gives me pleasure.

Before I built a wall I'd ask to know what I was walling in or walling out.

Mass market desire is about meaning and experience.

I certainly think the antagonism came out of a mistaken notion amongst the Indian people that the Chinese aggressed on us, and they thought, Indian people

When the imagination is continually led to the brink of vice by a system of terror and denunciations, people fling themselves over the precipice from the mere dread of falling.