“If you ask me, music is the language of memory”

“Music is the language of memory”

“For better or for worse, music is the language of memory. It is also the language of love.”

“Every life has a soundtrack.There is a tune that makes me think of the summer I spent rubbing baby oil on my stomach in pursuit of the perfect tan. There's another that reminds me of tagging along with my father on Sunday morning to pick up the New York Times. There's the song that reminds me of using fake ID to get into a nightclub; and the one that brings back my cousin Isobel's sweet sixteen, where I played Seven Minutes in Heaven with a boy whose breath smelled like tomato soup. If you ask me, music is the language of memory.”

“Memories aren't stored in the heart or the head or even the soul, if you ask me, but in the spaces between any given two people.”

“What could you give me," I ask, my voice shaking, "to make me forget ... that you forgot about me?”

“Asking me to describe my son is like asking me to hold the ocean in a paper cup”