What a terrible thing it is to botch a farewell.
It is life's only true opponent. Only fear can defeat life.
The blackness would stir and eventually go away, and God would remain, a shining point of light in my heart. I would go on loving.
The presence of God is the finest of rewards.
Music is a bird's answer to the noise and heaviness of words. It puts the mind in a state of exhilarated speechlessness.
My ears were full. Nothing more, not one more sound, could push into them and be registered.