Either things grow and change or they die.

In some deep place in her heart, Caroline had kept alive the silly romantic notion that somehow David Henry had once known her as no one else ever could. But it was not true. He had never even glimpsed her.

His love for her was so deeply woven with resentment that he could not untangle the two.

It wasn't right. He knew that, but it was like falling: once you started you couldn't stop until something stopped you.

After all these years, I feel so free. Who knows where I might fly?

The place was a familiar as breath but as far from his life now as the moon.

Music is like you touch the pulse of the world. Music is always happening, and sometimes you get to touch it for a while, and when you do you know that everything's connetcted to everything else.