“There's not much left inside me, Max" Sometimes, all she heard were echoes.”

“Her eye, her ear, were tuning forks, burning glasses, which caught the minutest refraction or echo of a thought or feeling .... She heard a deeper vibration, a kind of composite echo, of all that the writer said, and did not say.”

“Like we were connected, the echo of his pain twisted inside inside me. his pain, my pain.”

“And then I heard Nico's voice. It was a song I've never heard before. I struggled to make out the lyrics. "You were my hands," I heard him sing. "You were my eyes. There's nothing left to reach for now, nothing left to see.”

“I am smiling at myself todayThere's no wish left in this heartOr perhaps there is no heart left Free from all desireI sit quietly like EarthMy silent cry echoes like thunder Throughout the universe I am not worried about itI know it will be heard by no oneExcept me.”

“In the end, all that's left is an echo.”