You do not know the first note of the music that moves me.

Half of seeming clever is keeping your mouth shut at the right times.

Metal rusts, music lasts forever.

I wanted to tell her that she was the first beautiful thing I had seen in three years. That the sight of her yawning to the back of her hand was enough to drive the breath from me. How I sometimes lost the sense of her words in the sweet fluting of her voice. I wanted to say that if she were with me then somehow nothing could ever be wrong for me again.

I only know one story. But oftentimes small pieces seem to be stories themselves.

Owls are wise. They are careful and patient. Wisdom precludes boldness. That is why owls make poor heroes.

What do they do to students at the University who eavesdrop?” Bast asked curiously. “I haven’t the slightest idea. I was never caught. I think making you sit and listen to the rest of my story should be punishment enough.