and yet, you never knew wwhat you were capable of until you arrived at that given moment. Life was just a whole string of spots where you continued to surprise yourself.

Happiness is what you choose to remember.

It felt like I'd been living underground, and for a moment, I'd been given this glimpse of the sky. Once you've seen that, how can you go back where you came from?

For better or for worse, music is the language of memory. It is also the language of love.

Nobody, who looks at a shard of flint lying beneath a rock ledge, or who finds a splintered log by the side of the road would ever find magic in their solitude. But in the right circumstances, if you bring them together, you can start a fire that consumes the world.

What's stronger-the need to uphold the law, or the motive to turn one's back on it?

I wondered why the head could move so swiftly while the heart dragged its feet.