“I saw satan laughing with delightThe day the music died.”

“No angel born in hell could break that satan's spell.”

“When no hope was left inside On that starry, starry nightYou took your life as lovers often doBut I could have told you, VincentThis world was never meant For one as beautiful as you.”

“songwriters should make their statements and move on, maintaining a dignified silence.”

“If the music is live, then there is a praise inside of you that will bring the Glory cloud realm.”

“The people are hungry for fresh manna, not some day old bread.”

“This parlor, said the Interpreter, is the heart of a man who was never sanctified by the sweet grace of the gospel. The dust is his original sin and inward corruptions that have defiled the whole man. He that began to sweep at first, is the law. But she that brought water and sprinkled it is the gospel. Now you saw that as soon as the first began to sweep the dust flew about the room so that it could not be cleaned, and you were almost choked with it. This is to show you that the law, instead of cleansing the heart by its working, from sin, does revive, strengthen and increase sin in the soul even as it does discover and forbid it. For the law does not give power to subdue sin. Again, you saw the young woman sprinkle the room with water, upon which it was cleansed with pleasure. This is to show you that when the sweet and precious influence of the gospel comes into the heart then sin is vanquished and subdued and the soul made clean and, consequently, fit for the king of glory to inhabit.”