Music helps us understand where we have come from but, more importantly, what has happened to us.
They haven't made love for years but sleep holding hands
Language is like drinking from one's own reflection in still water. We only take from it what we are at the time.
Every moment is the paradox of now or never.
We see in others what we want and what we fear.
I tried to convey to the boy how people's lives are often altered by curved lines read slowly from paper, sand, or stone.