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.

We touched with a softness that pushed through the skin into memory, like arms plunged into a river - we could feel the weight of each other's stones.

Love requires imagination more than experience.

There are some lies that, under the right circumstances, are the only truth

I tried to convey to the boy how people's lives are often altered by curved lines read slowly from paper, sand, or stone.

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

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