“Am I the only guy that holds a flute of champagne like it’s a musical instrument?”
“I am a hole in a flute that the Christ's breath moves through.....listen to this music”
“I play the only instrument that takes in music rather than propelling it out: the ear trumpet. Don’t bother snickering at me—I am deaf to your mockery. ”
“You’ll have champagne. All girls like champagne.” All girls didn’t like champagne. I preferred root beer. Willie preferred anything that smelled like gasoline and burned her throat. She could hold her liquor better than any man, and I wished she was there to help me navigate John Lockwell.”
“Music without the ebb and flow would be like "watching a film with only good guys in it".”
“Blake lifted a plastic champagne flute filled with bubbling apple cider. “To Beckett—we wouldn’t be here without him.”“To Beckett,” the others agreed.”