there's plenty of blame to go around.
Music survives everything, and like God, it is always present. It needs no help, and suffers no hindrance.
I sought my father in the world of the black musician, because it contained wisdom, experience, sadness and loneliness. I was not ever interested in the music of boys. From my youngest years, I was interested in the music of men.
I mean, the sound of an amplified guitar in a room full of people was so hypnotic and addictive to me, that I could cross any kind of border to get on there.
I like solitude. I like the anomalous life. I like a quiet life.
I'm an egomaniac with an inferiority complex.
But the guitar, when you think about it, is the most versatile, really. I mean you can pick it up and take it with you wherever you go.
I can fix a bad page. I can't fix a blank page.
Does there exist an Infinity outside ourselves? Is that infinity One, immanent and permanent, necessarily having substance, since He is infinite and if He lacked matter He would be limited, necessarily possessing intelligence since He is infinite and, lacking intelligence, He would be in that sense finite. Does this Infinity inspire in us the idea of essense, while to ourselves we can only attribute the idea of existence? In order words, is He not the whole of which we are but the part?
August. The lines are the shortest, though.
Judge Roberts has assured me personally that he has a healthy respect for precedent and the hard-won rights of Americans.