But all the time-no matter what she was doing-there was music.

The closest thing to being cared for is to care for someone else.

I see a green tree. And to me it is green. And you would call the tree green also. And we would agree on this. But is the colour you see as green the same colour I see as green?

All we can do is go around telling the truth.

But all the time-no matter what she was doing-there was music.

But the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes.

Death is the great gamer with a sleeve of tricks.