Kim Campbell Quotes

When I started out, all I did was play my trombone.

I loved music from earliest childhood - from as long as I can remember.

If you learn the language of loss early, I think you seek out others who have experienced the same thing, who speak that same language of loss.

Music is something that's always been a huge part of my life.

For the longest time, I wanted to become a pianist. That was kinda my thing.

It is jazz music that called me to be a musician and I have always sang the songs that moved me the most.

I played the clarinet, and my sister played the violin... If we'd had the discipline and the passion, maybe we could have been good.

I'd just play 'til my hands fell off. My parents would yell at me to stop because they couldn't stand the noise any more! I was terrible! It must have been hard for them to listen to me as a beginning drummer.

Music was my first love, but it was difficult for me. It's something that I really love, but I didn't feel that I was so good at it. I can sing well, but I'm not a great singer. When I sing, I don't feel I'm expressing all the emotions.

My ambition was just to be able to play guitar.

I've spent my life playing music.

Music has always been something that I knew that I would eventually want to pursue.

Music's always been a big part of my life.

Since I was three, music's been my life.

By the time I was about 15, I was out playing gigs and knew I was going to be a musician.

I was in a band when I was in high school, and I was bitten by the performance bug, if anything else.

My dad really inspired me to start playing music.

...when I came back, I found Mom sobbing at the kitchen table...Then I asked her what had happened. 'Nothing,'she said. 'I was thinking about that man...I started thinking about...if he and his wife and their other child are okay, and I don't know. It just got to me.' 'I know,' I said, because I did know. Sometimes it's safer to cry about people you don't know than to think about people you really love.

All I can say is, it's a sort of kinship, as though there is a family tree of grief. On this branch, the lost children, on this the suicided parents, here the beloved mentally ill siblings. When something terrible happens, you discover all of the sudden that you have a new set of relatives, people with whom you can speak in the shorthand of cousins.

Till the first friend dies, we think our ecstasy impersonal, but then discover that he was the cup from which we drank it, itself as yet unknown.

First of all, I swore it was two people playing. When I finally admitted to myself that was one man, I gave up the piano for a month. I figured it was hopeless to practice.

Maybe death is the great equalizer, the one big thing that can finally make strangers shed a tear for one another

Eleonora Duse said, "Tell me about Deirdre and Patrick," and made me repeat to her all their little sayings and ways, and show her their photos, which she kissed and cried over. She never said "Cease to grieve", but she grieved with me, and, for the first time since their death, I felt I was not alone.

Maybe it didn’t seem like a big deal to you Zach. But now, I hope you understand. My world was collapsing. I needed those notes. I needed any hope those notes might have offered. And you? You took that hope away. You decided I didn’t deserve to have it.

I know he's dead! Don't you think I know that? I can still like him, though, can't I? Just because somebody's dead, you don't just stop liking them, for God's sake--especially if they were about a thousand times nicer than the people you know that're alive and all.