“Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin .. it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring”
“She hasn't known many Southerners. That twang and aw-shucks about him--it's sort of exotic.”
“He who stands like a pilar dies in battle. He who bends like a reed is triumphant!”
“For love is exultant when it unites equals, but it is triumphant when it makes that which was unequal equal in love.”
“Love is like a violin. The music may stop now and then, but the strings remain forever.”
“Dave Matthews is mixing violin solos with saxophone solos and it's bad for the baby”