“This is the way to hear music, I think, surrounded by rolling hills and farmlands, under a big sky.”
“The sky was as blue and delicate as a porcelain teacup, and the hills rolled gently in all directions, intersected occasionally with the silver ribbon of a river.”
“It is an eccentric and uniquely human approach to resources: like plowing under your farmland to make way for more lawns, or compromising your air quality in exchange for an enormous car.”
“Even as winter comes, mornings are crisp, and the big, blue sky seems to hang newly washed over the sea of hills.”
“Why is it that whenever I hear music I think I’m a bride?”
“I love when I reach Marcus on the phone and as he says hello, I can hear the music he's listening to in the background. That music is the sound of him without me. How he surrounds himself when I'm not there, which is almost all the time.”