If these walls could talk, I wonder what secrets they'd tell.

But I also know that sometimes Adam needs to do things the dramatic way. He is fond of the Grand Gesture

My first impulse is not to grab her or kiss her or yell at her. I simple want to touch her cheek, still flushed from the night's performance. I want to cut through the space that separates us, measured in feet-not miles, not continents, not years-and to take a callused finger to her face.

All relationships are tough. Just like with music, sometimes you have harmony and other times you have cacophony.

I`m surrounded by people and feel alone.

I can’t imagine what it would be like to have had her company in my head—the comfort that would’ve brought.

I might have been eleven years old and a little socially immature, but I recognized a gauntlet being thrown down when I saw it, and I had no choice but to take it up.