Music is only a mystery to people who want it explained. Music and love are the same.

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

I suppose the key to a good life is to gently overlook the truth and hope that at any moment we can all be reborn.

Love requires imagination more than experience.

Music is only a mystery to people who want it explained. Music and love are the same.

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.

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.