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“He was young and tall, his hair was the color of fresh corn, his fingers were as thick as cigars, and he had his…

— Peter Baida

“I called Monsieur Menicucci, and he asked anxiously about my pipes. I told him they were holding up well. "That pleases me," he said,…

— Peter Mayle

“...the overture began. God! Strings! Oboes! Timpani! Are you fucking kidding me? Why, when we know what human beings are capable of doing, do…

— Meg Howrey

“...he brought music of his own, and awakened every fairy echo with the tender accents of his oboe...”

— Ann Radcliffe

“Oh it was gorgeousness and gorgeosity made flesh. The trombones crunched redgold under my bed, and behind my gulliver the trumpets three-wise silverflamed, and…

— Anthony Burgess

“By the age of eleven it was . . . too late for the piano and the violin.”

— Jasper Rees

“If you knew the history of that flute, it would make your brain flip upside-down. And”

— Brandon Sanderson

“He would use a bit of string this time, and at the critical moment, when the old fool was leaning over the chair at…

— Jerome K. Jerome

“In the morning they came up out of the ravine and took to the road again. He'd carved the boy a flute from a…

— Cormac McCarthy

“I remember our childhood days when life was easy and math problems hard. Mom would help us with our homework and dad was not…

— Kamand Kojouri

“The harp player had just fallen off the stage and cracked his head on an Italian tourist’s pint. There was a big cheer, and…

— Pete McCarthy

“Auguste preferred women. He told me I would grow into it. I told him that he could get heirs and I would read books.…

— S.U. Pacat