Music was invented to confirm human loneliness.

Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thoughts.

Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.

There is something very wonderful in music. Words are wonderful enough; but music is even more wonderful. It speaks not to our thoughts as words do; it speaks straight to our hearts and spirits, to the very core and root of our souls. Music soothes us, stirs us up; it puts noble feelings in us; it melts us to tears; we know not how; - it is a language by itself, just as perfect, in its way, as speech, as words; just as divine, just as blessed.

Through music I either tame my demons or unleash them and allow them to be what they are. I don't want the music to be about provocation, I want the music to bring you to a place where you feel at home.

You always feel better when you sing. Music touches people's hearts. You know, it doesn't go through your mental capacity, it just moves you and it will let you cry. It's worth it doing a show and when you touch a crowd and move yourself at the same time. You change lives and you change the world.

Every song falls short of the glory of what a song could be. That's why the urge is there to start again and yet again. Often it's the fault of rhyme. I've discovered a hundred times that there just aren't enough rhymes to say what I wanted to say, so I said something else instead. Sometimes, it was a better thing, but the thing I meant to say went unsaid. So there's an opening for another song.

Nevertheless, the passions, whether violent or not, should never be so expressed as to reach to the point of causing disgust; and music, even in situations of the greatest horror, should never be painful to the ear, but should flatter and charm it, and thereby always remain music.

Without music, life is a journey through a desert.

Just once, I would like to hear you scream, in pain.
Play some rap music.

Imagine it. A radio playing and everyone here was crazy. I liked it and danced in a circle. Music pours over the sense and, in a funny way, music sees more than I. I mean, it remembers better. They lock me in this chair at eight a.m. and there are no signs to tell the way, just the radio beating to itself and the song that remembers more than I. This music swims back to me. The night I came, I danced in a circle and was not afraid.

I remember the color of music and how forever all the trembling bells of you were mine.

One is anywhere and some are everywhere and all seem to be singing, although some cannot sing a note.

It's music that you've never heard, that I've heard, that makes me think of you.

And because I recognized what calling, what distant music he obeyed, I envied him.

In music, the passions enjoy themselves.

When people hear good music it makes them homesick for something they never had and never will have.