I Preferred Sewing To Bossing Little Children.

I Will Tell The Truth Wherever I Please.

Not All The Coal That Is Dug Warms The World.

But In Shimabukuro's Hands, As He Breaks Out Experimental Jazz, Lays Down A Steady Blues Train, Or Shreds On Rock Anthems, This Little Jumping Flea Becomes A Melodic Monster.

Life Comes To The Miners Out Of Their Deaths, And Death Out Of Their Lives

All The Average Human Being Asks Is Something He Can Call A Home; A Family That Is Fed And Warm; And Now And Then A Little Happiness; Once In A Long While An Extravagance.