Quote by Barry White
We forget that this music, music made by my brothers and sisters,

We forget that this music, music made by my brothers and sisters, is still a baby. Its just beginning. When I think of the possibilities, it makes me smile. – Barry White

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When I saw corruption, I was forced to find truth on my own. I couldnt swallow the hypocrisy. – Barry White

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I kept my babies fed. I could have dumped them, but I didnt. I decided that whatever trip I was on, they were going with me. Youre looking at a real daddy. – Barry White

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There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar I love not Man the less, but Nature more. – George Byron

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I dont see music as working. – Tori Amos

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Great music is in a sense serene it is certain of the values it asserts. – Rebecca West

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