“Bartók. Blame it on Bartók. Or the bossanova.”

“Her repertoire ran mainly from the late Romantics, Schumann and Mendelssohn, to Poulenc, Ravel, Bartók, and Prokofiev.”

“Don't blame it on the sunshine. Don't blame it on the moonlight. Blame it on the boogie.”

“When a man died, there had to be blame. Jimmy Cross understood this. You could blame the war, You could blame the idiots who made the war. You could blame Kiowa for going to it. You could blame the rain. You could blame the river. You could blame the field, the mud, the climate. You could blame the enemy. You could blame the mortar rounds. You could blame people who were too lazy to read a newspaper, who were bored by the daily body counts, who switched channels at the mention of politics. You could blame whole nations. You could blame God. You could blame the munitions makers or Karl Marx or a trick of fate of an old man in Omaha who forgot to vote.”

“People blame science. Shit, man, people shouldn’t blame science. People should blame people.”

“Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame.”