The first session I did with the Stones was an accident. I just happened to be wandering down the hallway of the same studio.
And as I stood there in the hallway―alone―trying to understand what had just happened and why, I realized the truth: I wasn't worth an explanation―not even a reaction. Not in your eyes.
Often the doorway to success is entered through the hallway of failure.
The Silent brothers are doing nude cartwheels in the hallways
But standing in that hallway, it was all coming back to me. Memories were waiting at the edges of things, beckoning to me.
If it looks like a hallway, feels like a hallway, and acts like a hallway—is it important to figure out that it isn’t a hallway?
My Hallway" remarked Lord Akeldama,"Has never seen such lively action. And That, my sugarplums, is saying something!
I went to the entrance to the restroom, where the hallway did a sharp bend so nobody could peek into the girls' pee-palace.
Even before making music I was always someone that you had to get to know, at school or elementary. I walked the hallways. I would take your pizza
And than suddenly he was there, charging down the hallway like death in a cowboy duster.