#san

And there was a real shedding of the old dogma, like boundaries of morality were being broken down and everybody was into the new party mode of just loving on each other. Which destroyed thousands of us. I lost 16 of my personal friends through that lifestyle. ↗

— Barry McGuire

#boundaries #broken #destroyed #dogma #down

There's only one drummer. We all travel to his beat. Well, I couldn't sing his song. Because for me, it wasn't a truthful statement. Well, Linda sang it, and it was a monster for her. ↗

— Barry McGuire

#because #drummer #her #his #i

I'm a peasant I'm the muzhik A pest you're destined to play the music And yes it's pleasant to say it's beauty I'm Indebted to rest respecting it truly ↗

— Criss Jami

#art #beauty #creation #creativity #credit

History is just this froth of artifact production that has appeared in the last ten to fifteen thousand years. It spread across the planet very quickly. But that mind in man just goes back and back into the darkness. ↗

— Terence McKenna

#appeared #back #darkness #fifteen #froth

It took man thousands of years to put words down on paper, and his lawyers still wish he wouldn't. ↗

— Mignon McLaughlin

#his #lawyers #man #paper #put

Eastern Washington has experienced a number of deadly forest fires this season, and it is crucial that we have bipartisan legislation that will expedite the research and restoration process. ↗

— Cathy McMorris

#crucial #deadly #eastern #expedite #experienced

We cannot live only for ourselves. A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men. ↗

— Herman Melville

#connect #fellow #fellow men #fibers #live

I was in Tower Records in San Francisco a few weeks ago, buying some cassettes, and a couple of people recognized me and ran up with albums, and I just wanted to cover my face and have a seizure or something. I want people to just go away. ↗

— Christine McVie

#albums #away #buying #cassettes #couple

The past always seems somehow more golden, more serious, than the present. We tend to forget the partisanship of yesteryear, preferring to re-imagine our history as a sure and steady march toward greatness. ↗

— Jon Meacham

#forget #golden #greatness #history #march

My mother was the dearest, sweetest angel. She didn't talk; she sang. She was a tower of strength. ↗

— Jayne Meadows

#dearest #mother #sang #she #strength