City streets Quote by Brenda Sutton Rose

“The guitar breathed. It inhaled and exhaled, and music filled the shop as the instrument picked the heartbreak of generations.”

— Brenda Sutton Rose

“The guitar poured out its soul, its history, its dreams, its pain, its victories, its secrets. The guitar’s strings purred with blues and ended…

— Brenda Sutton Rose

“This land pulses with life. It breathes in me; it breathes around me; it breathes in spite of me. When I walk on this…

— Brenda Sutton Rose

“A real musician ain’t gonna choose his own guitar like an evil master choosing his slave. The guitar will choose his master and when…

— Brenda Sutton Rose

“She struts into the hair salon, her mouth filled with a rotten egg of gossip, unshelled, filled with decay. As soon as she sits…

— Brenda Sutton Rose

“My calloused hands tell the story of my life. I’ve loved these fields more than a man can love anything outside his family. I’m…

— Brenda Sutton Rose

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

— Brenda Sutton Rose

“He chose a guitar from one of the oak cabinets. Picking it with his calloused fingers, he squeezed his eyes shut and hummed. Something…

— Brenda Sutton Rose

“The place cast a spell on me, a lovely spell that seduced me one one breath at a time.”

— Brenda Sutton Rose

“Jasmine felt a sense of power in cooking. It was she who controlled the ingredients, she who controlled the menus, and she who controlled…

— Brenda Sutton Rose

“There are parents who use their small children as weapons. They are weak people. Sick people. And their children are watching them, watching how…

— Brenda Sutton Rose

“I asked about the price of the guitars, reminding him that if expected me to man the cash register, I’d need to know what…

— Brenda Sutton Rose