Our moments are music, and sometimes – just sometimes – we can catch them and put them into some lasting form. If we didn’t have music, I don’t think we could ever be truly happy, and if we didn’t have special moments, we would never find music.

I still don’t know if this is a good quality or a bad one, to be able to be in the moment and then step out of it.

tiny: did someone die? me: yeah, i did. he smiles again at that. tiny: well, then... welcome to the afterlife.

It's the way you say thank you like you're genuinely thankful. I have never met anyone else who does that on a regular basis.

There will always be more questions. Every answer leads to more questions. The only way to survive is to let some of them go.

It is hard to stop seeing your son as a son and to start seeing him as a human being. It is hard to stop seeing your parents as parents and to start seeing them as human beings. It's a two-sided transition, and very few people manage it gracefully.

We are so used to releasing words. We don't know what to do with them if they stay.