“If she could see the beauty of this underground world, and appreciate what it means: the music, the dancing, the feeling of fingertips and lips, like a moment of flight after a lifetime of crawling.”

“What if more of life could be like that? Like the last slow dance, where, to echo T.S. Eliot, a lifetime burns in every moment.”

“No, I do not like music. (But what she really was trying to say was this: I like music better than anything in the world, after you.)”

“Appreciate every little beautiful moment in every day of your life. Give it a try and you'll see the world from another perspective.”

“But what she was really trying to say was this: I like music better than anything in the world, after you.”

“That's what got her, of course. That everyone thought it so unbelievable that she could possibly attract a man like him. It shouldn't upset her because it was true. She couldn't. Not in this world, in this lifetime. Yet she didn't appreciated everyone else acting as if they were the most improbable twosome since Quasimodo hit on Esmeralda.”