“So you want to know all about me. WhoI am.What chance meeting of brush and canvas paintedthe faceyou see? What made me despise the girlin the mirrorenough to transform her,turn her to into a stranger,only not. So you want to hear the whole story. WhyI swervedoff the high road,hard left to nowhere,recklesslyindifferent to those coughing my dust,picked up speed no limits,no top end,just a high velocity rush to madness.”

“So you want to know all about me, Who I amWhat chance meeting of brush and canvas painted the faceyou see? what made me despise the girl in the mirrorenough to transform her, turn her into a stranger, only not.”

“So You Want to KnowAll about her. Who shereally is. (Was?) Whyshe swerved off the high road. Hard leftto nowhere,recklessly indifferent to me.Hunter Seth Haskins,her firstbornson. I've been chockingthat down fornineteen years.Why did she go onher mindless way,leaving me spinning in a whirlwind of her dust?”

“On the journey of spiritual transformation, you want to lose your baggage. In fact, you want to make sure all of it is lost, so that when you reach the end of this road, you have nothing left to cover your Self up with.”

“I want you to play for me,” he told her as he passed the violin back.Her elegant fingers gripped the neck of her Stradivarius as she gently pulled it up and rested it on her left shoulder. She turned her chin, so it sat perfectly in the chin rest at the base of the lower bout.“What would you like me to play?” she asked, closing her eyes.“Something you want me to hear.”

“I know it’s stupid, but I’m just so crazy in love with her I wanted everyone to know it. To see how lucky I am. To brag that this…perfect woman is mine. That she picked me. That she loves me.” “What do you care that the whole world knows that?” Colt said. “Jeez, Carter, the only important thing is you know.” Colby and Cord both gave Colt an odd look.”