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.

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

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.

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

I didn’t know who she was, but I had this fire inside me for someone I knew existed.

I think people would be happier if they admitted things more often. In a sense we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment - we are all defined by something we can’t change.

Love is also a violence, and cannot be undone.