I stone got crazy when I saw somebody run down them strings with a bottleneck. My eyes lit up like a Christmas tree and I said that I had to learn.

But the lover's power is the poet's power. He can make love from all the common strings with which this world is strung.

All gods are homemade and it is we who pull their strings and so give them the power to pull ours.

Poetry is plucking at the heartstrings and making music with them.

I remember when I was coming up the music stores where you could get guitar strings was where I got my records from. Now the place where you get your records from is where you can get your DJ mats and your mixers.

There is geometry in the humming of the strings there is music in the spacing of the spheres.

I'm a firm believer that lighting affects mood and twinkly lights on strings bring something magical to occasions ranging from concerts to weddings though I'm fond of using them as year-round home decor. There's a reason why they're sometimes called fairy lights. When the night is right there aren't any strings at all.

I've returned to being an amateur without any ties or strings attached which gives me a freedom I never had before.

I do seem to like to combine the dramatic emotional warmth of strings with the grooves and body business of drums and bass.

I like to combine the dramatic emotional warmth of strings with the grooves and body business of drums and bass.