There was, really, nothing you could use as a blueprint for your life, except your past. There was no starting over. There was only picking up the pieces someone had left behind.

If you want something to be true badly enough, you can rewrite it that way, in your head. You can even start to believe it.

We Pisces, we're a special breed.

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

But once you throw a stone, there are ripples in the pond, even if you remove the rock.

I don't understand why people never say what they mean. It's like the immigrants who come to a country and learn the language but are completely baffled by idioms. (Seriously, how could anyone who isn't a native English speaker 'get the picture,' so to speak, and not assume it has something to do with a photo or a painting?)

History tells us that six million Jews disappeared during that war. If there was no Holocaust, where did they go?' She shakes her head. 'All of that, and the world didn't learn anything. Look around. There's still ethnic cleansing. There's discrimination.