“From a thread of skyto the warp and weft of your beingYou're beautiful, graceful,like no other;You're pretty damn good as you are.”

“Because there's beauty in the breakdown.”

“Mm what you say Oh that you only meant well, well of course you did Mm what you say Mm that it's all for the best, of course it is Mm what you say That it's just what we need, you decided this Mm what you say What did she say?”

“Xizi she knows that once it's gone then it's gone.”

“...music does not mean anything at all. You cannot ask it to speak to you in such concrete terms. It can evoke, affect, cajole and persuade, but it's language is not that of speech. Indeed, if a composer can say in literal terms what his music means, he had much better write prose than notes... Let music, when you hear it, work on you in its own way...let it flow around you and find its own way to touch you. It is not something you must translate moment by moment. Give it your attention. If it fails to speak to you in its own manner then, well, it is a failure of the music, not in yourself.”

“I gaped at what I saw next. She yanked his arm off and ate it. Gross! I knew she was hungry, but that was just...well, against the school rules for one thing.”

“Which of my photographs is my favorite? The one I’m going to take tomorrow.”