He prefers not to ruin things with any more questions. What it is is what it is.

How do you tell if something's alive? You check for breathing.

Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more.

How'd it feel?" Rube asked himself. "I don't know exactly, but it made me want to howl.

Can a person steal happiness? Or is just another internal, infernal human trick?

I say, 'Don't lose your heart, Rube.' And very clearly, without moving, my brother answers me. He says, 'I'm not tryin' to lose it, Cam. I'm tryin' to find it.

Better that we leave the paint behind," Hans told her, "than ever forget the music.