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I made music on Seven the same way as on the other albums. I only used acoustic instruments ... I'm looking for instruments that have vocal sounds, forgotten instruments like the guimbri ... The first and second albums were about the voice, what came before. This album is about introducing those sounds into modern, Western life, — Marie Daulne

At the time, I didn't have the insight to wonder at the transient nature of despair, but now that I'm older I've seen how little it takes to turn a person's life around for better or worse. An event will do, or an Idea. Another person. An idea of a person. — Meg Rosoff

And so all great music,
great prose,
everything beautiful
must depend upon the sure,
free measure with which it is gardened
and put into language for the people,
for each lovely thing
has its intrinsic value
and belongs in its own position
for the world to study,
understand and thrive upon. — Robert Henri

Something inside me squeezes up tight like a sponge that is being wrung out — Anita Shreve

I'm interested in what happens to music when other people use it. Whereas there are composers who don't like anyone to touch their music, I think people should because they do things I can't think of. — Philip Glass

The reputation of a man is like his shadow, gigantic when it precedes him, and pigmy in its proportions when it follows. — Charles Maurice De Talleyrand

If the masses feel some anger, we must let them express it. — Deng Xiaoping

Mind is a captive of the body. — Camille Paglia

Cultural expectations shade and color the images that parents-to-be form. The baby product ads, showing a woman serenely holding her child, looking blissfully and mysteriously contented, or the television parents, wisely and humorously solving problems, influence parents-to-be. — Ellen Galinsky

She felt all right. Her heart was like a drum hanging from piano wire in her chest, slowly, slowly beaten. Her hands and feet were numb, not with cold but with a sultry torpor. Thoughts moved with a tranquil lethargy, her brain a leisurely machine imbedded in swaths of woolly packing.
She felt all right. — Richard Matheson