I learned that there is good in this world, if you look hard enough for it. I learned that not everyone is disappointing, including me, and that a 1,257 bump in the ground can feel higher than a bell tower if you're standing next to the right person.

Music did that to me, just like God was supposed to, because music seemed both magic and holy.

I just sat there letting that music cover me like a big, cozy blanket.

No more winter at all. Finch, you brought me spring.

Hope you're keeping the dust out of your eyes and your feet off the ground.

I thought: Just one step. One step at a time. You don’t have to do them all at once.

It's my experience that people are a lot more sympathetic if they can see you hurting.