Run away! Run away!
When the North had won the war and destruction was near,
Who was it who sounded the charge that brought us safe to the rear?
Well, that’s it. I’m taking my men out of here now. Cutting through to the north. You coming?
I like it better this way, Jesse; I get to see you run.
This is not about going back. This is about life being ahead of you and you run at it! Because you never know how far you can run unless you run.
Feel the rhythm! Feel the rhyme! Get on up, its bobsled time! Cool Runnings!
On the page, it looked nothing. The beginning simple, almost comic. Just a pulse. Bassoons and basset horns, like a rusty squeezebox. And then suddenly, high above it, an oboe. A single note, hanging there, unwavering. Until a clarinet took over and sweetened it into a phrase of such delight! This was no composition by a performing monkey! This was a music I’d never heard. Filled with such longing, such unfulfillable longing, it had me trembling. It seemed to me that I was hearing the voice of God.
What you will see are the different things that might pass through your mind if you sat in a concert hall listening to this music. At first, you are more or less conscious of the orchestra. So our picture opens with a series of impressions of the conductor and the players.
Play the sunset.
If he knew it, he would play it! Wouldn’t he!?
The Boston gig has been cancelled. I wouldn’t worry about it, though – it’s not a big college town.
If there’s a bright center to the universe, you’re on the planet that it’s farthest from.
Saturn 3. When they want to give the Solar System an enema, that’s where they stick the tube in.
I mean, look at this place. This is the hind end of space.
I think we live in darkness when we don’t really see what’s real about ourselves.
What is real? How do you define ‘real’? If you’re talking about what you can feel, what you can smell, what you can taste and see, then ‘real’ is simply electrical signals interpreted by your brain.
There is no spoon.
May the forks be with us.
That’s not a knife… that’s a knife!
I have no knife!