We see in others what we want and what we fear.

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.

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.

Dreamers conquered the world long ago.

Even if you have loved only once in your life, you're ruined.

Hands have their own language.

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