“And Mom doesn't like anyone cutting her flowers, so I cut up her magazines instead. Do you like it?”
“Everyone has their own music; they just don't realize it.”
“Ethan seemed to revel in Carter's most hated tics. He'd set them to music. The light bounce of notes, starts and stops, of Ethan's song, it was the music of Carter's Tourette's, and Ethan had made it beautiful. He'd made Carter feel beautiful for having them.”