Voice is not just the sound that comes from your throat, but the feelings that come from your words.

The King walks. He nods. His glance is like God's touch - under it all things spring to life. A wave of his hand and a hundred musicians tear into the Handel, making a sound you've never heard before, and never will again. A sound that goes through you, through flesh and bone, and reorders the very beat of your heart.

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.

Sometimes, when you catch someone unaware at just the right time and in just the right light, you can catch sight of what they will be.

For mad I may be, but I will never be convenient.

Writers are damned liars. Every single one of them.

For the first time in a long time, he didn't think of the past. And of all the things he'd lost. He thought only of the present, and what he had. And how it was so much more than he deserved. And he prayed then that he would never, ever lose it.