“These babies aint just guitars; these babies are living, breathing instruments.”

“When you scratch these guitars, they bleed.”

“Theres secrets hiding inside this six-string just waitin for somebody to find em and turn em into music.”

“As he farmed, hard labor left his hands callused, the sun bleached his hair, his face leathered, and his heart throbbed with music.”

“STAINSWith red clay between my toes,and the sun setting over my head,the ghost of my mother blows in,riding on a honeysuckle breeze, oh lord,riding on a honeysuckle breeze.Her teeth, the keys of a ...”

“A song rises up from the belly of my pastand rocks me in the bosom of buried memories.”

“The truth had lacerated him to the bone, had punctured his heart, and had ripped through his soul. The truth had slain him and tended to his wounds. The truth had hated him and loved him. The truth...”

“My mother’s dress bears the stains of her life:blueberries, blood, bleach, and breast milk;She cradles in her arms a lifetime of love and sorrow;Its brilliance nearly blinds me.”

“Master your mind and you'll master the world around you.”

“Give me meaning, give me soul. Give my rapture, wild, a heart that is raw. Give me a mind that thinks for itself and imagines freely.”

“Broken hearts mend but souls forever fight the battle.”

“Mothers Day is coming up soon. If youre lucky enough to still have your mother, tell her youre grateful to her [] at some point, we must forgive each other for being flawed human beings. Many of us...”

“There is not enough air in the room for Marianne and Elizabeth to share. They have learned this the hard way, but acceptance of the fact has made life easier. Now they see each other twice a year, ...”

“Mom was the midwife who delivered stories to me.”