David Foster
David Foster
David Walter Foster, OC, OBC, is a Canadian musician, record producer, composer, songwriter, and arranger. He has been a producer for musicians including Alice Cooper, Christina Aguilera, Andrea Bocelli, Toni Braxton, Michael Bublé, Chicago, Natalie Cole, The Corrs, Céline Dion, Jackie Evancho, Kenny G, Josh Groban, Whitney Houston, Jennifer Lopez, Kenny Rogers, Seal, Rod Stewart, Donna Summer, Olivia Newton-John, Madonna, Barbra Streisand, and Westlife. Foster has won 16 Grammy Awards from 47 nominations. He is the chairman of Verve Records...
NationalityCanadian
ProfessionMusic Producer
Date of Birth1 November 1949
CityVictoria, Canada
CountryCanada
I cannot say what color Lenore Beadsman’s eyes are; I cannot look at them; they are the sun to me.
What teachers and the administration in that era never seemed to see was that the mental work of what they called daydreaming often required more effort and concentration than it would have taken simply to listen in class. Laziness is not the issue. It is just not the work dictated by the administration.
She wanted only tall smooth bottles whose labels spoke of Proof.
If Realism called it like it saw it, Metafiction simply called it as it saw itself seeing itself see it.
A novelist has to know enough about a subject to fool the passenger next to him on an airplane.
Say the whole point of love is to try to get your fingers through the holes in the lover's mask. To get some kind of hold on the mask, and who cares how you do it.
The severing of an established connection is exponentially more painful than the rejection of an attempted connection.
I think it's easy to stop smoking; it's just hard not to commit a felony after you stop.
...loneliness is not a function of solitude.
Everything in my own immediate experience supports my deep belief that I am the absolute center of the universe, the realest, most vivid and important person in existence.
Most of us will still take nihilism over neanderthalism.
I don't want to hurt myself. I want to stop hurting.
You are what you love. No? You are, completely and only, what you would die for without, as you say, the thinking twice.
And when he came to, he was flat on his back on the beach in the freezing sand, and it was raining out of a low sky, and the tide was way out.