“You hold me at arm's length.”

“Paul, careening down the slide with his arms out flung, and Phoebe, present somehow through her absence.”

“He carried Paul inside and up the stairs. He gave him a drink of water and the orange chewable aspirin he like and sat with him on the bed, holding his hand...This was what he yearned to capture on film: these rare moments where the world seemed unified, coherent, everything contained in a single fleeting image. A spareness that held beauty and hope and motion - a kind of silvery poetry, just as the body was poetry in blood and flesh and bone.”

“Think of it, Dad. What if I have it in me to do that, and I don't try?”

“Music is like you touch the pulse of the world. Music is always happening, and sometimes you get to touch it for a while, and when you do you know that everything's connetcted to everything else.”

“It wasn't right. He knew that, but it was like falling: once you started you couldn't stop until something stopped you.”

“You can't stop time. You can't capture light. You can only turn your face up and let it rain down.”