“She likes to sleep with the radio onSo she can dream of her favorite song”

“I wear my mind on my sleeve, I have a history of losing my shirt.”

“Lux spent the ride dialing the radio for her favorite song. "It makes me crazy," she said. "You know they're playing it somewhere, but you have to find it.”

“When she listened to songs that she loved on the radio, something stirred inside her. A liquid ache spread under her skin, and she walked out of the world like a witch.”

“She is my musician, and me, I’m her favorite song.”

“The only time she has anything resembling a life is when she sleeps because when she sleeps she can dream.”

“She had died peacefully, in her sleep, after an evening of listening to all of her favorite Fred Astaire songs, one crackling record after another. Once the last chord of the last piece had died out, she had stood up and opened the French doors to the garden outside, perhaps waiting to breathe in the honeysuckle one more time.”