“your song, what does it know?Deepinsnow,Eepinow,E-i-o.”

“If it’s your song, I don’t need lyrics to know what you’re saying.”

“The only French word I know is oui, which means “yes,” and only recently did I learn it’s spelled o-​u-​i and not w-​e-​e.”

“São pessoas que têm em si duas almas, duas essências, neles o divino e o diabólico, o sangue materno e o sangue paterno, o dom da felicidade e o dom do sofrimento, co-existem e interpenetram-se tão hostil e desordenadamente como o lobo e homem em Harry.”

“Not that anyone minds--no one's paying attention to the music. Most of them never really listen to music. Practically no one actually does. Even at concerts people pay good money for, instead of a three-dollar cover charge, they talk through the whole thing. I feel sorry for them, since none of them understand what it's like to have a song just get into your soul and become your whole world. They don't know what it's like when a song changes your life.”

“What does it feel like to be latent?I don’t know. What does it feel like to be so old that your birth certificate is in Roman numerals?”