“Why do you not do as I do? Letting go of your thoughts as though they were the cold ashes of a long dead fire?”
“Why do you treat me as they do, as though I were exactly what I want to be. Why do we treat people that way?”
“Why do you always have to be right. Why do you always have to have the last word. For once in your life just let it go.”
“We tend to go on loving the things the people who loved us loved. They are invested with soul, even if the people are long dead, even if they do not turn out to be who you thought they were.”
“Why do people give into stereotypes others have about them? Why would you ever let someone else's negative thoughts dictate how you're going to leave your life?”
“What were you going to do tonight?" "I was going to listen to the songs of Rachmaninoff." "Who's that?" "A dead Russian.”