When Bach died some of his children sold his scores to the butcher they had decided the paper was more useful for wrapping meat. In a small village in Germany a father brought home a limp goose wrapped in paper that was covered with strange and beautiful symbols.

You were unsure which pain is worse -- the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.

The most significant conversations of our lives occur in silence.

You can't put a price on the rituals of love, because you never know what will happen next. I suppose fear is part of the excitement and we can't have one without the other.

Perhaps we were each allotted only a certain amount of love - enough for only an initial meeting - a serendipitous clumsiness. When it leaves to find others, the difficulty begins because we are faced with our humanness, our past, our very being.

They haven't made love for years but sleep holding hands

I tried to convey to the boy how people's lives are often altered by curved lines read slowly from paper, sand, or stone.