If you had to pack your whole life into a suitcase-not just the practical things, like clothing, but the memories of the people you had lost and the girl you had once been-what would you take?

I knew what it was like to lose someone you loved. You didn't get past something like that, you got through it.

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

Read a ton. Take a workshop course so you learn to give and get criticism.

What you had could never make up for what you'd lost.

They don't like the thought of someone else making demands on the person whom they see as belonging entirely to them.

If you didn't remember something happening, was it because it never had happened? Or because you wished it hadn't?