Where there is a lack of other connections, of meaningful moments, in our lives, music can often full the gap.

If you remembered somebody was as real as yourself, how could you kill anybody?

But I marry myself. I take my fate as within.

Pardon me, dear human self, capable of the most heinous degradation, capable of soaring.

That's the way it is in life. You let go of what is beautiful and unique. You pursue something new and don't even know that the wind of your own running is a thief.

Is beauty enhanced or adulterated by utility?

I'm sorry to burden you,' she said. She felt like a crybaby. 'What can we do with our stories,' he said, 'but tell them?