Good Band Director Quotes

#1. a good recipe in the hands of a bad chef is still distasteful! A good chef must have a discriminating palate, and a good band director must have a discerning ear

Mary Ellen Cavitt

#2. Generally, I like to write in the morning before all the dust of dreams has blown away. Beforehand, I read two papers, cook my breakfast and then settle down in front of the word processor, usually by 8 A.M. I'll write, and then check e-mail or voicemail when things stall.

Scott Turow

#3. That's how a doctor earns money, she told me. It's a war with insurance, every step of the way.

Atul Gawande

#4. The national budget is not a safe-deposit box. It is a spray can.

Honore De Balzac

#5. He was fond of books, for they are cool and sure friends

Victor Hugo

#6. Knock, And He'll open the door
Vanish, And He'll make you shine like the sun
Fall, And He'll raise you to the heavens
Become nothing, And He'll turn you into everything.

Rumi

#7. You don't need me being a third wheel,

Kristen Callihan

#8. I'm happily married but it's absolutely heavenly.

Erica Durance

#9. We ape, we mimic, we mock. We act.

Laurence Olivier

#10. Nothing more unqualified the man to act with prudence than a misfortune that is attended with shame and guilt.

Jonathan Swift

#11. When I was playing piano, it was like, 'I'm going to write a song using all the white keys.' My music director, who knew my jazz background, suggested I try big-band music, so we spent a year experimenting with it in concert, and the audience reaction was really good.

John Tesh

#12. A New York casting director, who shall remain nameless, once said to me, 'Marcia, you have what I call the flaring-nostril look, and until you get something done about it, you will never, ever work.'

Marcia Gay Harden

#13. Regardless of how old you are, who you were, now you are a peculiar people, specially called

Sunday Adelaja

#14. Dark and cold and no wind and a thin gray reef beginning along the eastern rim of the world. He walked out on the prairie and stood holding his hat like some supplicant to the darkness over them all and he stood there for a long time.

Cormac McCarthy