“Music [is] the third rail of life. You grabbed it to shock yourself out of the dull drag of hours. To feel something. To burn with all the emotions you didn't get to experience in the ordinary run of school, TV, and loading the dishwasher after dinner.”

“If you didn't have me to rake you over the coals now and then, there wouldn't be any fire in your life at all.”

“Live pretty or die laughing, but don't you run. Don't you fucking run.”

“It's like in the Bible.You can't always get what you want, but if you really need something, you usually find it.""What part of the Bible is that from?" Ig asked her. "The Gospel of Keith Richards?”

“Some things you didn't give away, no matter how much you owed.”

“All the world is made of music. We are all strings on a lyre. We resonate. We sing together.”

“It was something... the way a person's life picked up speed, the way a life was like a bullet aimed at one final target, impossible to slow or turn aside, and like the bullet, you were ignorant of what you were going to hit, would never know anything except the rush and the impact.”