I feel I should be trying to complete my life, whatever completing a life means.

It seems that the brain always has to be active, and if the auditory parts of the brain are not getting sufficient input, then they may start to create hallucinatory sounds on their own. Although it is curious that they do not usually create noises or voices; they create music.

Music can lift us out of depression or move us to tears - it is a remedy, a tonic, orange juice for the ear.

People will make a life in their own terms, whether they are deaf or colorblind or autistic or whatever. And their world will be quite as rich and interesting and full as our world.

There is only one cardinal rule: One must always listen to the patient.

I am now face to face with dying. But I am not finished with living.

I have to live in the richest, deepest, most productive way I can