There's a new reality born every minute. Unless one is a believer in predestination (in which case I'll call the prestidigitator), or other puppet-like restraints on our powers, one is free to imagine and effect changes on the world. And… — Neil Peart Copy Share Image
And the men who hold high places must be the ones who start to mold a new reality closer to the heart. — Neil Peart Copy Share Image
I believe in taxation and health care that is outside the usual libertarian mandate, because I don't want people to have to suffer. It's… — Neil Peart Copy Share Image
Half the world cries Half the world laughs Half the world tries To be the other half — Neil Peart Copy Share Image
It's interesting. I've known quite a few good athletes that can't begin to play a beat on the drum set. Most team sport is… — Neil Peart Copy Share Image
From the point of ignition. To the final drive. The point of the journey is not to arrive. — Neil Peart Copy Share Image
Ever since I was a kid, I always wanted to play music that I liked, and even when I was in cover bands when… — Neil Peart Copy Share Image
To me, drum soloing is like doing a marathon and solving equations at the same time. — Neil Peart Copy Share Image
Lotus-land as it appears in 'Free Will' is simply a metaphor for an idealized background, a 'land of milk and honey.' It is sometimes… — Neil Peart Copy Share Image
“-i was "far and away"-riding my motorcycle along an american back road, skiing through the snowy Quebec woods, or lying awake in a backwater… — Neil Peart Copy Share Image
Each of us A cell of awareness Imperfect and incomplete Genetic blends With uncertain ends On a fortune hunt that's far too fleet — Neil Peart Copy Share Image
When I was young, my ambitions were very modest. I thought, "If only I could play at the battle of the bands at the… — Neil Peart Copy Share Image
If it's cross-country ski season, I'll be out doing that, or snowshoeing up in Quebec. In my California home, I go to the local… — Neil Peart Copy Share Image
Extroverts never understand introverts, and it was like that in school days. — Neil Peart Copy Share Image
