“Well Dennis you don't have to hear anyof the mountain music they play here. Telling the young lies so that they can learn to get old. Favouring themwith biscuits. "It's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg toDanville, declension on a three mile grade." In either casecollision course. You either pick up the music or you don't.”

“Sometimes when you are standing still and it’s snowing, you think that you hear music. You can’t tell where it’s coming from either. I wondered if we all really did have a soundtrack, but we just get so used to it that we can’t hear it anymore, the same way that we block out the sound of our own heartbeat.”

“It's like picking up an unfamiliar piece of sheet music & starting to stumble through it, only to realize it is a melody you'd once learned by heart, one you can play without even trying.”

“But I'd understand if you chose love, Adam love, over music love. Either way you win. And either way you lose. What can I tell you? Love's a bitch.”

“You don't want to let go, but don't want to be hurt, either. It's not a great place to be but what can I tell you?”

“[Grace talking to Billy.] "It's like people who want to feel only happy but not sad," she said. "It never works. You either feel things or you don't. You don't get to pick and choose. At least, I don't think so.”