“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?”

“Kate: I wish there was a cookbook for life, you know? Recipes telling us exactly what to do. I know, I know, you're gonna say "How else will you learn, Kate."Therapist: mm. No, actually I wasn't going to say that. You want to guess again?Kate: No, no, go ahead.Therapist: Well what I was going to say was, you know better than anyone, it's the recipes that you create yourself that are the best.”

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

“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.”

“Mm-mm, no, thank you, no, I don't want an enchilaaadaaa. Nor do I want a burr-eye-to. Or a tay-co. Or any other bizarre, unneccessary vowel substitutions.”

“Lenah?""Yeah?" I replied."Will you go to winter prom with me?""Of course," I whispered, sure I would fall asleep in moments. "Justin?""Mm-Hmm?" he said, moments from sleep himself."What's a prom?”

“...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.”