“As great as technology is, it still has it’s limitations, because it’s only a frame of the truth.”

Sort of doesn’t really matter as much anymore, when you’re surrounded by great musicians who bring their spirit, their own talent.

Words are maybe less than accessible at expressing.

Well, I’m not a scientist; I’m not an expert on environmental law; I’m a guy that can tell stories.

Let’s show people how desirable it is to step it up and climb towards heaven.

I would always just sort of pick up instruments and make noise with ’em.

I’ve been given the opportunity to be alive in this day and age, and it’s rare.

So I think we have a lot of room to grow and be a better society, and it’s a constant battle. It’s an exciting opportunity to be active.

I think it can be a lot more collaborative. People, instead of competing, they can actually support each other, in music.

So I always look for a way to communicate ideas and help to spread excitement for change.

And when you perform and create this story, they’re chuffed – they get excited, they capture it, and they put it out.

I think you can find a lot of joy and inspiration through food.

Words just aren’t necessary a good enough opportunity to express.

Find a partner, commit to taking action, and hold each other accountable.

We must humble ourselves and commit to routine and collective actions.

I really do believe that in order to overcome our environmental shortcomings.

I think in the old music, everything was so competitive.

The fatigue produced on the muscles of the human frame does not altogether depend on the actual force employed in each effort, but partly on the frequency with which it is exerted.

The resolution to avoid an evil is seldom framed till the evil is so far advanced as to make avoidance impossible.

I’m a million miles away, and at the same time I’m right here in your picture frame.

Typically in my novels the narrator tells a story by remembering, and the memories are colored by this and colored by that. So the whole universe of the novel tends to be framed by the narrator’s memories and thoughts.

I believe that the time has arrived for medical investigation of the problems of manned rocket flight, for it will not be the engineering problems but rather the limits of the human frame that will make the final decision as to whether manned space flight will eventually become a reality.

When Nature her great masterpiece designed,And framed her last, best work, the human mind,Her eye intent on all the wondrous plan,She formed of various stuff the various Man.

The only people who see the whole picture,’ he murmured, ‘are the ones who step out of the frame.

Wherever there is a heart and an intellect, the diseases of the physical frame are tinged with the peculiarities of these.