Not to sound too much like Christopher Guest in 'Waiting for Guffman ' but on Thanksgiving you're putting on a show!

A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.

Too much work too much vacation too much of any one thing is unsound.

The word philosophy sounds high-minded but it simply means the love of wisdom. If you love something you don't just read about it you hug it you mess with it you play with it you argue with it.

Growing up I had one very specific idea of what a wedding should be and that was the wedding of Fraulein Maria and Captain von Trapp in 'The Sound of Music.'

I'd been a wedding singer through college but after a few years of doing my best renditions of jazz standards to clinking glasses and the sound of forks on salad I thought 'Oh God if this is all I do I'll never be able to live with myself.'

When the wedding march sounds the resolute approach the clock no longer ticks it tolls the hour. The figures in the aisle are no longer individuals they symbolize the human race.

My songs are my kids. Some of them stay with me some others I have to send out out to the war. It might sound stupid and it might even sound naive but that's just the way it is.

It is forbidden to kill therefore all murderers are punished unless they kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets.

Every day I try to do breathing exercises meditation and yoga. These things sound awfully cliche but they help me slow down and try to point to a truth.

No matter how difficult and painful it may be nothing sounds as good to the soul as the truth.

Racial profiling punishes innocent individuals for the past actions of those who look and sound like them. It misdirects crucial resources and undercuts the trust needed between law enforcement and the communities they serve. It has no place in our national discourse and no place in our nation's police departments.

Apart from a few simple principles the sound and rhythm of English prose seem to me matters where both writers and readers should trust not so much to rules as to their ears.

I know it sounds new age-y but what I've truly come up with is that you really need to trust that you're on your own path as long as you stay true to it and you show up which is 99% of it.

You may be right that people say: 'You know what we had Obama. He was inexperienced. The guy had great rhetoric sounded good looked good but has turned out to be an utter disaster. I want someone where I have confidence and credibility that they're up to the job and that I can trust what they tell me.'

The more you travel the better you get at it. It sounds silly but with experience you learn how to pack the right way. I remember one of my first trips abroad travelling around Europe by rail fresh out of high school. I brought all these books with me and a paint set. I really had too much stuff so I've learnt to be more economical.

With technology now you can go in and sing a song and for $100 0 you will sound flawless.

I think that technology has both introduced new sounds but also allowed an increasingly painterly approach to recording music as you can now paint over what you've done and more and more refine an existing performance.

Electronic music used pure sounds completely calibrated. You had to think digitally as it were in a way that allowed you to extend serial ideas into other parameters through technology.

I was very much fascinated with the technology we had that we could edit in the computer our compositions but all the sounds that were available on the market were crap.

It's a 360-degree sound experience. Like you're in the middle of the band. A lot of people have the technology to play the format so why not put it out there. It sounds great.

It would appear that we have reached the limits of what it is possible to achieve with computer technology although one should be careful with such statements as they tend to sound pretty silly in 5 years.

Both my grandmothers had upright pianos and I just knew how to play since I was a child. Nobody taught me. I sounded like a grown-up and then I learned how to read music. I played so well by ear I could fool the teacher to believe I could play the notes. She'd make the mistake of playing the song once and I could play it.

When my opera Plump Jack was performed in 1989 my first piano teacher sent me something that I'd composed when I was four. I remember I played it and it still sounded like me. I'm the same composer I was then.