All the world is made of music. We are all strings on a lyre. We resonate. We sing together.

Some songs are never just ordinary songs, they become the memories you collect in your life.

Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings.

In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side with your hands between your thighs.

There are two kinds of artists left: those who endorse Pepsi and those who simply won't.

Music brings a warm glow to my vision, thawing mind and muscle from their endless wintering.

Once when asked how I would like to be remembered, I answered, "As someone who opened doors.

Butterflies, butterfliesThey were meant to flyYou and i, you and iWe were colours in the sky

When you're happy,you enjoy the music.But,when you're sad,you understand the lyrics.

I don t stand for black man s side I don t stand for white man s side I stand for God s side

I judge people based solely on the quality of bands on the black concert t-shirts they wear.

The music was so mournful and emotional that it seemed like the only suitable thing to play.

Yet the only girl who'd love him is his mother...' - A Girl Worth Fighting For (song)

Its a matter of time that the money I make become a financial cake that I could eat everyday.

When you're happy, you enjoy the music but when you're sad, you undestand the lyrics.