Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars.

Extraordinary how potent cheap music is.

Music is a lady that I still love because she gives me the air that I breathe. We need all sorts of nourishment. And music satisfies and nourishes the hunger within ourselves for connection and harmony.

Leaders must encourage their organizations to dance to forms of music yet to be heard.

When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.