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

She seemed imprisoned in her sadness.

Is beauty enhanced or adulterated by utility?

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

Is it not the case that many a life journey starts out in the opposite direction to its destiny?

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.

Where we choose to be, where we choose to be--we have the power to determine that in our lives. We cannot reel time backward or forward, but we can take ourselves to the place that defines our being.