“I’ve found in composing that being simple and profound — having in-depthness in your music — is the most difficult thing to do. Anybody can write a whole lot of notes, which may or may not say something… But why make it complicated for the musicians to play? Why make it difficult for the listeners… Read More As in good jazz, so in good design
“Ever bike? Now that’s something that makes life worth living! I take exercise every afternoon that way. O — to just grip your handlebars and lay down to it (lie doesn’t hit it at all) and go ripping and tearing through streets and road, over railroad tracks and bridges, threading crowds, avoiding collisions, at twenty… Read More “Ever bike?…
“As a kid I had a dream–I wanted to own my own bicycle. When I got the bike I must have been the happiest boy in Liverpool, maybe in the world. I lived for that bike. Most kids left their bikes in the backyard at night. Not me. I insisted on taking mine indoors and… Read More “As a kid I had a dream…
“When the spirits are low, when the day appears dark, when work becomes monotonous, when hope hardly seems worth having, just mount a bicycle and go out for a spin down the road, without thought on anything but the ride you are taking.” -Arthur Conan Doyle, in an 1896 article for Scientific American
“When I go biking, I repeat a mantra of the day’s sensations: bright sun, blue sky, warm breeze, blue jay’s call, ice melting and so on. This helps me transcend the traffic, ignore the clamorings of work, leave all the mind theaters behind and focus on nature instead. I still must abide by the rules… Read More “When I go biking…
“When I see an adult on a bicycle, I do not despair for the future of the human race.” -H.G. Wells
“The bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man. Other forms of transport grow daily more nightmarish. Only the bicycle remains pure in heart.” -Iris Murdoch, The Red and the Green
“Inspiration usually comes during work, rather than before it.”-Madeleine L’Engle
It was my first term and I was walking home alone across the village green after school when suddenly one of the senior twelve-year-old boys came riding full speed down the road on his bicycle about twenty yards away from me. The road was on a hill and the boy was going down the slope,… Read More It was my first…
