“We can't stop trying til we break up our minds, til the sun drips blood on the seedy young knight.” TryingMindYoungBreakSunBloodExpressionKnightsStop Trying Author:David Bowie
“Improvisation was the blood and bone of jazz, and in the classic, New Orleans jazz it was collective improvisation in which each performer, seemingly going his own melodic way, played in harmony, dissonance, or counterpoint with the improvisations of his colleagues. Quite unlike ragtime, which was written down in many cases by its composers and could be repeated note for note (if not expression for expression) by others, jazz was a performer's not a composer's art.” IfsWayArtCasesWrittenBloodExpressionHarmonyJazzNotesBonesClassicCollectivesPerformersComposerColleaguesNew OrleansImprovisationDissonanceRagtime Author:Russell Lynes
“I never thought of myself as being a genius. I don't know what genius is. I think a far better expression is a retriever, a lovely strong golden retriever that brings things back from the past, or retrieves things from our common blood memory” ThinkingKnowsPastStrongMemoriesCommonBloodExpressionGeniusLovelyGoldenRetrieversGolden Retrievers Book:Blood Memory Source: Blood Memory
“In morals, theosophy builds its teachings on the unity, seeing in each form the expression of a common life, and therefore the fact that what injures one injures all. To do evil i.e., to throw poison into the life-blood of humanity, is a crime against the unity.” FactsFormHumanityEvilCommonMoralSeeingBloodTeachingCrimeExpressionUnityPoisonCommon Life Author:Annie Besant
“Passion such as hers is all consent, asking little in return. I had merely to enter a room where she was to see her face take on that peaceful expression of one who is resting in bed. If I touched her, I had the impression that all the blood in her veins was turning to honey.” IfsLittlesFacesPassionRoomsBloodExpressionReturnBedAskingImpressionPeacefulTouchedHoneyConsentVeins Author:Marguerite Yourcenar
“American men are allotted just as many tears as American women. But because we are forbidden to shed them, we die long before women do, with our hearts exploding or our blood pressure rising or our livers eaten away by alcohol because that lake of grief inside us has no outlet. We, men, die because our faces were not watered enough.” MenHeartLongEnoughFeelingsFacesDiesWomenGriefBloodDyingCryTearsExpressionMen And WomenPressurePatienceAlcoholRisingLakesShedForbiddenOutletsLiverAmerican WomanExplodingBlood PressurePressuredAllotments Author:Pat Conroy