A new word. Bright with possibilities. A flawless pearl to turn over and over in my hand, then put away for safekeeping.
Jennifer DonnellyI play until my fingers are blue and stiff from the cold, and then I keep on playing. Until I'm lost in the music. Until I am the music--notes and chords, the melody and harmony. It hurts, but it's okay because when I'm the music, I'm not me. Not sad. Not afraid. Not desperate. Not guilty.
Jennifer DonnellyBecause just for a few seconds, someone else hurts, too. For just a few seconds, I'm not alone.
Jennifer DonnellyMost people, if they were generous, were so because they thought life was short and that one must make the most of it. Sid Baxter was generous because he knew that life was long. It went on and on even when you had no use for it anymore. It was happiness, not life, that was short, and when it visited - in the form of a fine evening spent talking with a friend - he honoured it.
Jennifer Donnelly