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.

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

One expects decent people to stand up for the good of all. Decent people shut their doors and hide behind them as decent people do. Massacres could never happen if it weren't for decent people.

She was everything he wanted from his life, the very measure of his dreams.

A new word. Bright with possibilities. A flawless pearl to turn over and over in my hand, then put away for safekeeping.

I played a role. That is what actors do. But I played it too well. I went too far. And by the time I wanted to stop, to take a bow and leave the stage, it was too late.

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.