“My melancholy wants to rest in the hiding places and abysses of perfection: that is why I need music.”
“When the superficial wearies me, it wearies me so much that I need an abyss in order to rest.”
“Well, all I need is the air I breathe and a place to rest my head.”
“Music could ache and hurt, that beautiful music was a place a suffering man could hide.”
“It was as if something snapped in two deep inside me. My parents-- the people I’d loved the most in the world, the ones I’d always told all my secrets to, the ones I’d wanted to hide with far away from the rest of the world. They had lied, and I couldn’t imagine why. It couldn’t possibly matter why.”
“There's only one thing I need." I placed my hand on his heart. "The rest is just details.”