Manuals have their uses ... but they are not to be confused with living.

Never forget that music is too important to be left entirely in the hands of professionals.

Wherever and however any one of us may be conceived, it is the same. We come into being in the arms of God.

I know what I really want for Christmas. I want my childhood back. Nobody is going to give me that. I might give at least the memory of it to myself if I try. I know it doesn't make sense, but since when is Christmas about sense, anyway? It is about a child, of long ago and far away, and it is about the child of now. In you and me. Waiting behind the door of or hearts for something wonderful to happen. A child who is impractical, unrealistic, simpleminded and terribly vulnerable to joy.

Everything we can imagine becomes real.

As one old gentleman put it, " Son, I don't care if you're stark nekkid and wear a bone in your nose. If you kin fiddle, you're all right with me. It's the music we make that counts.

Why is love easy? I don’t know. And the raccoons don’t say.