You can't stop time. You can't capture light. You can only turn your face up and let it rain down.

There was something not quite right about her eagerness, an eerie kind of voyeurism in her need for bad news.

The thing is, I used to like that: feeling special because I knew something no one else did. It's a kind of power, isn't it, knowing a secret? But lately I don't like it so much, knowing this. It's not really mine to know, is it?

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.

I've been accused of trying too hard to rescue people

The city of Pittsburgh gleaming suddenly before her . . . so startling in its vastness and its beauty that she had gasped and slowed, afraid of losing control of the car

Norah watched him, serious and utterly absorbed in his task, overcome by the simple fact of his existence.