Sibulele Gulwa Quotes & Sayings

Classical stuff takes a lot of rehearsal time and preparation, but with stuff that involves improvisation, you can over-rehearse it and it gets stale. You don't want it to be too comfortable. In fact, a good sound check, a good rehearsal usually means a bad performance. — John Zorn

My insanity begged for a distraction. (Eric) — Shannon A. Thompson

Naturally, everyone loves his freedom, but we must beware of this as of a broad road that leads to perdition. — Vincent De Paul

I think anybody who doesn't think I'm smart enough to handle the job is underestimating. — George W. Bush

As a young boy I won a few dollars in 1972 when Riva Ridge won the Kentucky Derby. I had overheard someone say he was going to win, and I guess that made an impression on me. — Matt Gonzalez

Life is a dreary continuum made bearable by those moments of excitement. It's called feeling alive. — Lee Monroe

If you make the choice to serve the public, public service, then serve the public, not yourself. — Jack Abramoff

I don't think life offers any greater experience than the joyful sense of recognition when one finds in a new acquaintance a real friend, or when an old relationship deepens into friendship, or when one finds an old friendship intact despite the passage of years and many absences. — Abigail McCarthy

We have no poor houses in the Colonies, and if we had, we would have no one to put in them, as in the Colonies there is not a single unemployed man, no poor and no vagabonds. — Benjamin Franklin

I am only yours, my Luna. I was yours from my first breath and I will be yours until my last. — Quinn Loftis

Roofed by the woven canopy of blind annealing grass-roots and the roots of trees, dark in the blind dark of time's silt and rich refuse - the constant and unslumbering anonymous worm-glut and the inextricable known bones - Troy's Helen and the nymphs and the snoring mitred bishops, the saviors and the victims and the kings - it wakes, up-seeping, attritive in uncountable creeping channels: first, root; then frond by frond, from whose escaping tips like gas it rises and disseminates and stains the sleep-fast earth with drowsy insect-murmur; then, still upward-seeking, creeps the knitted bark of trunk and limb where, suddenly louder leaf by leaf and dispersive in diffusive sudden speed, melodious with the winged and jeweled throats, it upward bursts and fills night's globed negation with jonquil thunder. — William Faulkner

Keep your hands open, and all the sands of the desert can pass through them. Close them, and all you can feel is a bit of grit. — Taisen Deshimaru

Beyond the Wall the monsters live, the giants and the ghouls, the stalking shadows and the dead that walk, but they cannot pass so long as the Wall stands strong and the men of the Night's Watch are true. So go to sleep Brandon, my baby boy, and dream sweet dreams. There are no monsters here. — George R R Martin