One should be able to return to the first sentence of a novel and find the resonances of the entire work.

Why do I write? The truth, the unvarnished truth, is that I haven't a clue.

They all trying to say something with music that you can't say with plain talk. There ain't really no words for love or pain. And the way I see it, only fools go around trying to talk their love or talk their pain. So the smart people make music and you can kinda hear about it without them saying anything.

The last time you're doing something - knowing you're doing it for the last - makes it even more alive than the first.

Not only is your story worth telling, but it can be told in words so painstakingly eloquent that it becomes a song.

Time is a funny thing. I was always puzzled with the way a single day could stretch itself out to the point of eternity in your mind, all while years melted down into the fraction of a second.

Words themselves are innocuous; it is the consensus that gives them true power.