I often feel that life is about to begin, only to realize it is almost over.

The past which is not recoverable in any other way is embedded, as if in amber, in the music, and people can regain a sense of identity.

There will be no one like us when we are gone, but then there is no one like anyone else, ever. When people die, they cannot be replaced. They leave holes that cannot be filled, for it is the fate - the genetic and neural fate - of every human being to be a unique individual, to find his own path, to live his own life, to die his own death.

The power of music, whether joyous or cathartic must steal on one unawares, come spontaneously as a blessing or a grace--

Music evokes emotion and emotion can bring it's memory.

Fascinating, Doidge's book is a remarkable and hopeful portrait of the endless adaptability of the human brain.

I think there is no culture in which music is not very important and central. That's why I think of us as a sort of musical species.