We're silent now, both waiting, till I remind myself that I'm the older one and should therefore initiate conversation. But I don't. I don't want to waste this girl with idle chitchat. She's beautiful.

You can do anything when it's not real. When it is real, nothing breaks your fall. Nothing gets between you and the ground.

It's about glowing lights and small things that are big.

I'm asking you, I'm begging you, could you please shut your mouth for just five minutes?" You can imagine the reaction. They ended up in the basement.

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

Why me?' I ask God. God says nothing. I laugh and the stars watch. It's good to be alive.

The point is, it didn’t really matter what the book was about. It was what it meant that was important.