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.

I think music is what language once aspired to be. Music allows us to face God on our own terms because it reaches beyond life.

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

Should you ever feel too lonely...listen for the roar of the sea- for in it are all those who've been and all those who are to come.

In the end I didn't know who I was crying for, but it was something my body wanted to do, as though trying to digest grief.

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

Perhaps we were each allotted only a certain amount of love - enough for only an initial meeting - a serendipitous clumsiness. When it leaves to find others, the difficulty begins because we are faced with our humanness, our past, our very being.