The only word for goodness is goodness, and it is not enough.
But no one walks out of his family without reprisals: a family is too disciplined an army to offer compassion to its deserters.
Music could ache and hurt, that beautiful music was a place a suffering man could hide.
He was one of those rare men who are capable of being fully in love only once in their lives.
Love had always issued out of the places that hurt the most.
I could bear the memory, but I could not bear the music that made the memory such a killing thing.