“Precious things lost are transmutable. They refuse oblivion. They simply wait to be rendered into testimonies, into stories and songs.”
“Liberty is rendered even more precious by the recollection of servitude.”
“There's nothing like a song about lost love to remind you how everything precious can slip from the hinges where you've hung it so careful.”
“The revving heart of my hopefulness, kicked into gear anew, is the most precious thing about me, I refuse to vilify it.”
“Things that have been lost and then found are doubly precious, don't you think. People too.”
“As for oblivion, well, we can wait a little while for that.”