Could it be that first love was the only true love? And that after those first fires had been doused or burned out, men and women chose whom they would love based on worldly needs, and then reenacted the rituals and feelings of that first pure experience - nursed the flames that once burned of their own accord

I want to do things for people they will never forget. Maybe that’s the best thing I can do in life.

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

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

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.

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

Language is like drinking from one's own reflection in still water. We only take from it what we are at the time.