“As there is no joy for the broken heart, there is also no harmony to a guitar with broken strings.” — Bruce Mbanzabugabo Copy Share Image
“The guitar breathed. It inhaled and exhaled, and music filled the shop as the instrument picked the heartbreak of generations.” — Brenda Sutton Rose Copy Share Image
“The guitar poured out its soul, its history, its dreams, its pain, its victories, its secrets. The guitar’s strings purred with blues… — Brenda Sutton Rose Copy Share Image
“A real musician ain’t gonna choose his own guitar like an evil master choosing his slave. The guitar will choose his master… — Brenda Sutton Rose Copy Share Image
“There’s secrets hiding inside this six-string just waitin’ for somebody to find ‘em and turn ‘em into music.” — Brenda Sutton Rose Copy Share Image
“He chose a guitar from one of the oak cabinets. Picking it with his calloused fingers, he squeezed his eyes shut and… — Brenda Sutton Rose Copy Share Image
