Philosophical Quote by Juvenal

“I am forever engaged in a silent battle in my head over whether or not to lift the fork to my mouth...”

— Jena Morrow

“When you're in the shit up to your neck, there's nothing left to do but sing.”

— Samuel Beckett

“It was Ebon's turn now, and he stepped forward and gave the pegasus' great clarion neigh -- far more like a trumpet than a…

— Robin McKinley

“Just knock off the horns and hair, and toss it on the coals for about thirty seconds on each side. I like mine still…

— Ray Palla

“There are times when I would like to hang the whole human race, and finish the farce.”

— Mark Twain

“See how I sing even though my mouth is choked with worms?”

— Dalton Trumbo

“Beware the flatterers of the world...for what is music to the ears may be poison to the soul.”

— Henry H. Neff

“The junkie whine had vanished from his voice now, replaced with a resigned flatness, as if the words were being broadcast from a long,…

— Neil Gaiman

“Tipping my head back, I screamed. Unlocked from the depths of my soul, it kept coming and coming. I couldn't stop it. I couldn't…

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

“I sing without knowing what my song means, and whether the listening world is amazed or wounded.”

— Margarita Engle

“I twist and turn and grunt and stretch, all the while praying I don’t squeeze out a fart and gas every one of these…

— Stephanie McAfee

Sweet bird that shunn'st the nose of folly, Most musical, most melancholy! Thee, chauntress, oft, the woods among, I woo, to hear thy even-song.

— John Milton