“Where are the songs I used to know,Where are the notes I used to sing?I have forgotten everythingI used to know so long ago.("The Key-Note")”

“Music took her somewhere, and I used to wonder where. I thought it was dumb, the way she lived for a collection of sounds, for someone else's words and notes.”

“I read a lot of books. Here are the books I'm using for my 9/11 project. [Wright gestures to three six-foot-long shelves of books.] As I read them I highlight certain passages. Then I have an assistant write down each quote on an index card and note where it came from.”

“I’ve been sifting through the layersof dusty books and faded papers.They tell a story I used to know;one that happened so long ago.”

“Take it all off. I don't intend to fuck somebody in his underwear. And you have to use a condom. I know where I've been, but I don't know where you've been. - Lisbeth Salander”

“In the distance I hear a song - a simple song - a song of despair - a song of longing and a song of sorrow.I have forgotten the words and the rhythm, but I sing.Yes, I sing.”