You were clearly not doing your part in the clover search, perv.

I hated being careful, too - or wanted to, at least.

I believe the universe wants to be noticed. I think the universe is inprobably biased toward the consciousness, that it rewards intelligence in part because the universe enjoys its elegance being observed. And who am I, living in the middle of history, to tell the universe that it-or my observation of it-is temporary?

The joy you bring us is so much greater than the sadness we feel about your illness.

What happens in the band room stays in the band room.

The part I enjoy most is not the doing, but the noticing.

I always wondered if there was a purpose to the universe, if there was a plan, if there was some sort of organizing factor, hopefully that I played a role in.