Take me home, he said silently to Graff. In my dream you said you loved me. Take me home

History is an omlette. THe eggs are already broken.

Music isn't just a pleasure, a transient satisfaction. It's a need, a deep hunger; and when the music is right, it's joy. Love. A foretaste of heaven. A comfort in grief. Is it too much to think that perhaps God speaks to us sometimes through music? How, then, could I be so ungrateful as to refuse the message?

Only stupid men trying to seem smart need to be with dumb women. Only weak men trying to look strong are attracted to compliant women.

It is the downfall of evil, that it never sees far enough ahead.

Everybody dies. What matters is what you do between now and when it happens to you.

Intellectual understanding does not always bring visceral belief.