“My friend Kate once went to a concert of Mongolian throat singers who were traveling through New York City on a rare world tour. Although she couldn't understand the words to their songs, she found the music almost unbearably sad. After the concert, Kate approached the lead Mongolian singer and asked, "What are your songs about?" He replied, "Our songs are about the same things that everyone else's songs are about: lost love, and somebody stole your fastest horse.”

“The country singers understand. It’s always that one song that gets you. You can hide, but the song comes to find you. Country singers are alwaystwanging about that number on the jukebox they can’t stand to hear you play, the one with the memories.”

“Were you tempted?" "Of course not! Kate would slit my throat." "I'm not talking about what Kate would do to you if you strayed, although I'm of the opinion that she would not start at your throat.”

“The singer alone does not make a song,there has to be someone who hears.-Broken Song”

“Laroche was wrong about that, wrong about men not understanding love.Anyway, most of the romantic poems and songs and paintings in the world were by men, so what was she talking about?”

“Not that anyone minds--no one's paying attention to the music. Most of them never really listen to music. Practically no one actually does. Even at concerts people pay good money for, instead of a three-dollar cover charge, they talk through the whole thing. I feel sorry for them, since none of them understand what it's like to have a song just get into your soul and become your whole world. They don't know what it's like when a song changes your life.”