One day I decided I would like to put a record into my system. So I picked up a record that was… — Pauline Oliveros Copy Share Image
“You don't hate it, then?" he asked after a while. "Knowing you're half... Savage?" "How could I hate what's kept me alive?"… — Veronica Rossi Copy Share Image
Mr. Presley has no discernible singing ability. His specialty is rhythm songs which he renders in an undistinguished whine; his phrasing, if… — Jack Gould Copy Share Image
“She knew she could answer it. She knew how to put one foot in front of the other even when every step… — Veronica Rossi Copy Share Image
“His eyes were heavy with desire, but she saw something else. A gleam that made her suspicious. "What?" she asked. His hand… — Veronica Rossi Copy Share Image
“She knew how to put one foot in front of the other even when every step hurt. And she knew there was… — Veronica Rossi Copy Share Image
“Tell me what to say. What can I say to make you want me the way I want you?” — veronica rossi Copy Share Image
“I can't concentrate. I thought I could do this." He put his hands up in defeat. "Can't." Then he came closer. Aria… — Veronica Rossi Copy Share Image
When I started studying for the arias it was like going into training for a heavyweight title fight — Michael Bolton Copy Share Image
“Roar's mouth pulled into a smile - a beautiful smile she hadn't seen in weeks. "Beautiful, huh?" She drew her hand away,… — Veronica Rossi Copy Share Image
If I were an opera singer, I"d have sung you an aria. If I were an artist, I would have painted your… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“What I was trying to say,” he whispered, “is that I see you in everything. There isn’t a word for you that… — Veronica Rossi Copy Share Image
Writing is a performance, like singing an aria or dancing a jig — Stephen Greenblatt Copy Share Image
“Will you stay? I think I'd sleep better if you stayed here tonight. Then we could miss them together.” — Veronica Rossi Copy Share Image
“She'd been right. It had been easier with her. Perry placed his right hand on hers. "Are you all right?" he whispered.… — Veronica Rossi Copy Share Image
“Come thaw my frozen heart, my little arctic kitten.” Unable to resist, Aria jumped in and picked up the next line. “No… — Veronica Rossi Copy Share Image
Fine,' Aria conceded. 'But *I'll* carry her.' She grabbed the baby seeat from the back. A smell of baby powder wafted up… — Sara Shepard Copy Share Image
My father was an American who could cuss in Italian and make an aria out of it. It was wonderful to watch.… — Dominic Chianese Copy Share Image
“To be happy to be sad and sad to be happy is to sing an echo in that beautiful language called Sorrow.” — Criss Jami Copy Share Image
I love it when an aria fits a singer as perfectly as a suit of well-tailored clothes. — Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart Copy Share Image
“Peregrine,” Molly said sometime later, when the group had fallen quiet. Talon snored softly with his head in her lap. “Sable made… — Veronica Rossi Copy Share Image
“He kissed her slowly. Everything went slowly so he could follow her temper, and search into her eyes. When they joined, her… — Veronica Rossi Copy Share Image
