I think living with the absence of someone we love is like living in front of a mountain from which a person - a speck in the distance, on some distance ridge - is perpetually waving.

Should you ever feel too lonely...listen for the roar of the sea- for in it are all those who've been and all those who are to come.

Hands have their own language.

I wonder if things can happen too early or too late or if everything happens at exactly the right time. If so, how sad and beautiful.

Love requires imagination more than experience.

The passions we cannot control are the ones that define us.

I think music is what language once aspired to be. Music allows us to face God on our own terms because it reaches beyond life.