Where are people going? I wonder what they hope will happen and what they are afraid of? For me it's the same thing and has to do with being loved.

When Bach died some of his children sold his scores to the butcher they had decided the paper was more useful for wrapping meat. In a small village in Germany a father brought home a limp goose wrapped in paper that was covered with strange and beautiful symbols.

Actually, years mean nothing. It's what's inside them.

Life just swallows you up, doesn't it?Just swallows you up with its everyday things

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

Reading reassures us that no matter how alone we might feel, there are many others - spread as wide as history itself - who have felt the same way we have, who have occupied the rooms we find ourselves locked in at various points of our lives.

I read books because I love them, not because I think I should read them.