The first jazz cruise that I was on was '91. I played with Maria Schneider and John Fedchock's band. Got to meet some amazing people that week.
It's funny. Maria Elena and I, we are meant for each other and not meant for each other, it's a contradiction.
And another thing. Don’t ever kid yourself about loving some one. It is just that most people are not lucky enough ever to have it. You never had it before and now you have it. What you have with Maria, whether it lasts just through today and a part of tomorrow, or whether it lasts for a long life is the most important thing that can happen to a human being. There will always be people who say it does not exist because they cannot have it. But I tell you it is true and that you have it and that you are lucky even if you die tomorrow.
Maria Canals-Barrera is Cuban and from Miami and I'm part Cuban and from Miami, so needless to say she became a quick friend.
I make love to the beautiful Maria and you make love to your stick!
My wife (Maria) is the best reason to come home.
I put a flower in someone's locker when I was 15 years old. This girl, called Maria. Maybe I was 14. She actually thought it was from someone else, and the other guy claimed it as well, which was just great.
I asked the girl if she could bring a sister for me. She did. Sister Maria Teresa. It was a very slow evening. We discussed the New Testament. We agreed that He was very well adjusted for an only child.
Growing up, I had one very specific idea of what a wedding should be, and that was the wedding of Fraulein Maria and Captain von Trapp in 'The Sound of Music.
A halo surrounded the grim reaper nun, Sister Maria. (By the way-I like this human idea of the grim reaper. I like the scythe. It amuses me. )
I always wanted to play Roxie Hart in Chicago and also Sally Bowles in Kander and Ebb's Cabaret, but I have a feeling I won't now! I've also always wanted to play Maria in The Sound of Music, but don't suppose I'll ever do that either!
I always dreamed of being Maria in The Sound of Music.
But once I'd come up with it, I realized it really was the perfect plan. Instead of waiting for Maria to come to me, I was simply going to go to her and, well. . . Send her back to where she came. Or reduce her to a mound of quivering gelatinous goo. Whichever came first.
I don't think of Maria Schneider like idol anymore, because I worshipped her when I was young.
The Conscious will is represented by the Sacred Woman, Maria, Isis, who crushes the descending serpent's head.
Maria Sharapova is her own empire. She herself personally makes more in revenue than the entire WTA tour.
The alarm in the morning? Well, I have an old tape of Carlo Maria Giulini conducting the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra in a perfectly transcendent version in Shubert's seventh symphony. And I've rigged it up so that at exactly 7:30 every morning it falls from the ceiling onto my face.
One has to be cautious and respectful of the power of the "substance" guides. I don't advocate imbibing the "little saint children," as Maria Sabina calls the magic mushrooms, or anything else for everyone. I find that certain substances reconnect me to a primal context of purpose that goes beyond identity and ownership. The writing-when I've worked it this way-is the kind of information you take back from dreams. Or it's hypnotic writing rather than getting off on some sort of pleasure trip or intellectual trip.
He grinned at her, and she grinned at him, and it seemed to Maria that suddenly the sun came out.
My dad wanted to name me after Rainier Maria Rilke, the poet.
