Her sanity was a fragile thing, a butterfly cupped in her hands, that she carried with her everywhere, afraid of what would happen if she let it go-or got careless and crushed it.

I have nothing to say for myself, only that I have always tried to make this earth a little bit better

It bewildered Ig, the idea that a person could not be interested in music. It was like not being interested in happiness.

You can't let facts get in the way of the truth.

I want you to remember what was good in me, not what was most awful. The people you love should be allowed to keep their worst to themselves.

Don't believe everything you hear today

... people made the imaginary real all the time: taking the music they heard in their head and recording it, seeing a house in their imagination and building it. Fantasy was always only a reality waiting to be switched on.