Schirrmeister Diaz Arrastia Quotes & Sayings

As with any art, you create it [drumming] out of something that isn't there. It's very architectural. It's the architecture of whatever piece of music I'm playing. I think the whole idea of drumming is to allow other people around you to more easily express themselves. — Max Weinberg

Within you exists the same power that rests with the Universe, for you are not separate from the source you pray to. — Pooja Ruprell

The Praesidium stood on four pillars and for most of its height was square in cross-section. Not far above the dials, however, the corners of the square floor-plan were cleaved off, making it into an octagon, and not far above that, the octagon became a sixteen-sided polygon, and above that it became round. The roof of the Praesidium was a disk, or rather a lens, as it bulged up slightly in the middle to shed rainwater. It supported the megaliths, domes, penthouses, and turrets of the starhenge, which drove, and was driven by, the same clock-works that ran the dials. — Neal Stephenson

Don't ever wear artistic jewelry; it wrecks a woman's reputation — Colette

You're encouraged to pitch your own story. That way, you'll have more control over what you do. — Rob Corddry

Happiness is the greatest gift of life, nothing else matters. — Debasish Mridha

The ignorant teen lived her last days stuck in the shadows of love, yet surrounded by the allure of death. — Nomar Knight

I am not a morning person. Never have been - never want to be. As a matter of fact, I am vaguely distrustful of people who bound out of bed early like demented puppies. It's barbaric to wake up before 9:00 a.m. — P.C. Cast

Sheep. I'm stuck in a boarding school filled with sheep. — Libba Bray

The thing that seemed like silence must have been the endless cry of all the crickets and locusts in the world, rising and falling.
("The Wide Net") — Eudora Welty

Old Hank would be proud, and Elvis would too, cause we like our country mixed with some big city blues. — Hank Williams Jr.

Of course this chattering diary is a facade, the literary equivalent of the everyday smiling face which hides the inward ravages of jealousy, remorse, fear and the consciousness of irretrievable moral failure. Yet such pretenses are not only consolations but may even be productive of a little ersatz courage. — Iris Murdoch

Swinging on delicate hinges the autumn leaf almost off the stem. — Jack Kerouac