“I hollowed out, stopped listening to music, never picked up a pencil, started slipping into old habits. All of the vibrancy I used to see became de-saturated. Lost Slowly, once I had done enough damage to myself, I began to climb out of the hole. Clean. When I made it out, the only thing left inside was the voice, and for the second time in my life, I no longer ignored it - because it was my own.” MadeDoneEnoughUsedLostLeftVoiceMy OwnListeningHabitCleanHolesMade ItDamageClimbsIgnoredPencilsListening To MusicSlippingSaturatedOld HabitsVibrancy Author:Gerard Way
“It seems at times I should be a composer of sounds, not only of rhythms and colors. Walking under the trees, I felt as if the color made sound.” IfsShouldMadeSeemsFeltSoundTreeColorListeningWalkingRhythmComposer Author:Charles E. Burchfield
“Along with a lot of other things, becoming a Bob Dylan fan made me a writer. I was never interested in figuring out what the songs meant. I was interested in figuring out my response to them, and other people's responses. I wanted to get closer to the music than I could by listening to it - I wanted to get inside of it, behind it, and writing about it through it, inside of it, behind it, was my way of doing that.” PeopleWayWritingMadeWantedSongBehindsFansListeningBecomingResponseMy WayBobDylan Book:Bob Dylan: Writings 1968-2010 Source: Bob Dylan: Writings 1968-2010
“A history of listening to Top 40 radio had left me with a ridiculous and clichéd notion of love. I had never entertained the feeling myself but knew that it meant never having to say you're sorry. It was a many-splendored thing. Love was a rose and a hammer. Both blind and all-seeing, it made the world go round.” WorldLoveMadeFeelingsLeftSeeingListeningBlindRoseNotionSorryRoundsRadioRidiculousHammers Author:David Sedaris