There is only one thing I fear now-love. For I have seen it and I have felt it and I know that it is love, not death, that undoes us.

Most of the mess that is called history comes about because kings and presidents cannot be satisfied with a nice chicken and a good loaf of bread.

History is a Rorschach test, people. What you see when you look at it tells you as much about yourself as it does about the past.

I'm wishing he could see that music lives. Forever. That it's stronger than death. Stronger than time. And that its strength holds you together when nothing else can.

For the first time, I saw what was in his heart, and I wondered if he might ever want to look deep enough to see mine.

Come on you raver, you seer of visions, come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine.

I play until my fingertips are raw. Until I rip a nail and bleed on the strings. Until my hands hurt so bad I forget my heart does.