Mykl Roventine:
1/365 - All that is gold does not glitter; not all those that wander are lost
Mykl Roventine:
2/365 - I guess I shoulda known by the way you parked your car sideways that it wouldn't last
Mykl Roventine:
3/365 - We are but a moment's sunlight, fading in the grass
Mykl Roventine:
4/365 - I'll be more enthusiastic about encouraging thinking outside the box when there's evidence of any thinking going on inside it
Mykl Roventine:
5/365 - To draw you must close your eyes and sing
Mykl Roventine:
6/365 - You and I travel to the beat of a different drum
Mykl Roventine:
7/365 - Before enlightenment: chop wood, carry water. After enlightenment: chop wood, carry water.
Mykl Roventine:
8/365 - Great things are done by a series of small things brought together
Mykl Roventine:
9/365 - Given the choice between a woman and a cigar, I will always choose the cigar
Mykl Roventine:
10/365 - Hey Babe, take a walk on the wild side
Mykl Roventine:
11/365 - Time itself comes in drops
Mykl Roventine:
12/365 - It doesn't matter if the water is cold or warm if you're going to have to wade through it anyway
Mykl Roventine:
13/365 - Swirls of color and light
Mykl Roventine:
14/365 - Sick
Mykl Roventine:
15/365 - Poetry and Hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you.
Mykl Roventine:
16/365 - If you can't be a good example, then you'll just have to serve as a horrible warning
Mykl Roventine:
17/365 - Oh my darling....
Mykl Roventine:
18/365 - Boom boom acka-lacka boom boom
Mykl Roventine:
19/365 - The pure cold light in the sky
Mykl Roventine:
20/365 - It's electric!
Mykl Roventine:
21/365 - To enjoy life, we must touch much of it lightly
Mykl Roventine:
22/365 - When you look at a city, it’s like reading the hopes, aspirations and pride of everyone who built it
Mykl Roventine:
23/365 - The snow doesn't give a soft white damn whom it touches
Mykl Roventine:
24/365 - Life must be lived as play
Mykl Roventine:
25/365 - Cardboard Corner
Mykl Roventine:
26/365 - Through the ice
Mykl Roventine:
27/365 - By the cigars they smoke and the composers they love, ye shall know the texture of men's souls
Mykl Roventine:
28/365 - Life is a combination of magic and pasta
Mykl Roventine:
29/365 - Electricity is really just organized lighting
Mykl Roventine:
30/365 - Rite Hite
