The rain comes down harder as I write. It sheets off the roof in torrents. I wish it would pound against me. Pound the life from my body. The flesh from my bones. The pain from my heart.
Jennifer DonnellyWhen you can write music that endures, bravo. Until then, keep quiet and study the work of those who can.
Jennifer DonnellyIt's only the body that's gone. Only the body. There's a part that doesn't go in the ground, a part that stays inside you forever.
Jennifer DonnellyFor 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.
Jennifer DonnellyYou are a ghost, Andi," she says. "Almost gone." I look at her. I want to say something but I can't get the words out. She squeezes my hands. "Come back to us," she says. And she's gone.
Jennifer DonnellyThe 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.
Jennifer Donnelly