"i’d like to go by climbing a birch tree, and climb black branches up a snow-white trunk toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, but dipped its top and set me down again. that would be good both going and coming back. one could do worse than be a swinger of birches."
"there is a moment, a chip in time, when leaving home is the lesser crime. when your eyes are blind with tears, but your heart can see: another life, another galaxy." /paul simon
"when one has weighed the sun in the balance, and measured the steps of the moon, and mapped out the seven heavens, there still remains oneself. who can calculate the orbit of his own soul?" /oscar wilde
"and the jocund rebecks sound to many a youth, and many a maid, dancing in the checkered shade. and young and old come forth to play on a sunshine holiday."
"you tell me of degrees of perfection to which human nature is capable of arriving, and i believe it, but at the same time lament that our admiration should arise from the scarcity of the instances." /abigail adams
"'veckatimest' is a gorgeously refined statement that isn’t content to merely be pretty — a rippling current electrifies even its most gossamer of moments. grizzly bear manages to be delicate and charged at the same time by stitching together compelling styles, including doo-wop, sea chanteys, the stringy interplay of jam bands, jazz time changes and the anglican choral tradition. on “fine for now,” rossen’s vocals have a touch of lounge to them but are strained and hushed. christopher bear’s drums predatorily tick around the vocals before capsizing the whole production in a tidal wave of cymbal crashes." /margaret wappler
"what is 'frustration'? or what is 'anger,' or 'love'? when i say 'love' the sound comes out of my mouth and hits the other person’s ear and travels through the byzantine conduit in their brain through their memories of love, or lack of love. they say they understand, but how do i know? because words are inert. they’re just symbols. they’re dead, you know? and so much of our experience is intangible. so much of what we perceive cannot be expressed. it’s unspeakable. and yet, you know, when we communicate with one another and we feel we have connected and think we’re understood i think we have a feeling of almost spiritual communion. that may be transient, but it’s what we live for." /waking life
"one of the reasons that we're willing to make ourselves vulnerable to our favorite musicians is that they often make themselves vulnerable to us (or they convey vulnerability throug their art). the power of art is that it can connect us to one another, and to larger truths about what it means to be alive and what it means to be human." /dan levitin
"the only true voyage of discovery, the only fountain of eternal youth, would be not to visit strange lands but to possess other eyes, to behold the universe through the eyes of another, of a hundred others, to behold the hundred universes that each of them beholds, that each of them is." /marcel proust
"we, hermia, like two 'artificial' gods, have with our needles, created both one flower, both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, both warbling of one song both in one key, as if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds had been incorporate. so we grew together like to a double cherry, seeming parted but yet an union in partition. two lovely berries moulded, one one stem; so with two seeming bodies, but one heart. two of the first, like coats in heraldry, due but to one, and crowned with one crest." /bill shakespeare
"i went into the woods because i wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if i could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when i came to die, discover that i had not lived." /henry david throeau
"there doesn't seem to be a cutoff point for acquiring new tastes in music, but most people have formed their tastes by the age of eighteen or twenty. why this is so is not clear, but several studies have found it to be the case. part of the reason may be that in general, people tend to become less open to new experiences as they age. during our teenage years, we begin to discover that there exists a world of different ideas, different cultures, different people. we experiment with the idea that we don't have to limit our life's course, our personalities, or our decisions to what we were taught by our parents, or to the way we were brought up. we also seek out different kinds of music. in western culture in particular the choice of music has important social consequences. we listen to the music that our friends listen to. particularly when we are young, and in search of our identity, we form bonds or social groups with people whom we want to be like, or whom we believe we have something in common with. as a way of externalizing the bond, we dress alike, share activities, and listen to the same music. our group listens to this kind of music, those people listen to that kind of music. this ties into the evolutionary idea of music as a vehicle for social bonding and societal cohesion. music and musical preferences become a mark of personal and group identity and of distinction." /daniel levitin
"the cowardly belief that a person must stay in one place is too reminiscent of the unquestioning resignation of animals, beasts of burden stupefied by servitude and yet always willing to accept the slipping on the harness. there are limits to every domain, and laws to govern every organized power. but the vagrant owns the whole vast earth that ends only at the non-existent horizon, and her empire is an intangible one, for her domination and enjoyment of it are things of the spirit." /isabelle eberhardt
"we passionately long that there may be another life in which we shall be similar to what we are here below. but we do not pause to reflect that, even without waiting for that other life, in this life, after a few years we are unfaithful to what we have been, to what we wished to remain immortally." /marcel proust
"what is so pleasant as these jets of affection which make a young world for me again? what so delicious as a just and firm encounter of two, in a thought, in a feeling? how beautiful, on their approach to this beating heart, the steps and forms of the gifted and the true! the moment we indulge our affections, the earth is metamorphosed; there is no winter, and no night; all tragedies, all ennuis, vanish, — all duties even; nothing fills the proceeding eternity but the forms all radiant of beloved persons. let the soul be assured that somewhere in the universe it should rejoin its friend, and it would be content and cheerful alone for a thousand years." /ralph waldo emerson
"let us have madness openly, o men of my generation. let us follow the footsteps of this slaughtered age: see it trail across time's dim land into the closed house of eternity with the noise that dying has, with the face that dead things wear-- nor ever say we wanted more; we looked to find an open door, an utter deed of love, transforming day's evil darkness; but we found extended hell and fog upon the earth, and within the head a rotting bog of lean huge graves." /kenneth patchen