Lately, the world felt fragile, like a blown egg, as if it might shatter beneath a careless touch.

Lately, the world felt fragile, like a blown egg, as if it might shatter beneath a careless touch.

He had never even glimpsed her.

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

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.

He wished he had some kind of X-ray vision for the human heart.

You missed a lot of heartache, sure. But David, you missed a lot of joy.