Actually, years mean nothing. It's what's inside them.

To love again, you must not discard what has happened to you, but take from it the strength you'll need to carry on.

Music helps us understand where we have come from but, more importantly, what has happened to us.

Everything that we love will, at some point, be taken away from us. If I think about everyone I love eventually being taken away from me by death, or simply by getting lost from each other in the world, it makes me value them much more now. And I'm much less likely to be indifferent. For me, indifference is the end of life.

We see in others what we want and what we fear.

I think we keep these moments of rejection and acceptance very close. I think we carry them always, like cracked shells from which a part of us once hatched.

Every moment is the paradox of now or never.