My Mother Playing The Violin

And When One Person Taps Out A Beat, While Another Leads Into The Melody, Or When Three People Discover A Harmony They Never Knew Existed, Or A Crowd Joins In On A Chorus As Though To Raise The Ceiling A Few Feet Higher, Then They Also Know There Is Hope For The World.

I Decline To Discuss, Under Compulsion, Where I Have Sung, And Who Has Sung My Songs, And Who Else Has Sung With Me, And The People I Have Known.

I Think The World Is Going To Be Saved By Millions Of Small Things.

I Still Call Myself A Communist, Because Communism Is No More What Russia Made Of It Than Christianity Is What The Churches Make Of It.

At The Audition, Your Assignment Is To Find Something New In The Song. Something You've Never Noticed Before. A Breath Carried Over, A Thought That Ties The Whole Thing Together. Then Take The Risk And Do It.