“It's such a colossal effort not to be haunted by what's lost, but to be enchanted by what was.”

“I try to fend off the oceanic sadness, but I can't. It's such a colossal effort not to be haunted by what's lost, but to be enchanted by what was.”

“But what if music is what escapes when a heart breaks?”

“Music: what life, what living itself sounds like.”

“What kind of world is this? And what do you do about it? What do you do when the worst thing that can happen actually happens?”

“According to all the experts, it's time for me to talk about what I'm going through... I can't. I'd need a new alphabet, one made of falling, of tectonic plates shifting, of the deep devouring dark.”

“I always imagined music trapped inside my clarinet, not trapped inside of me. But what if music is what escapes when a heart breaks?”