“You fiddle lucker!' she cried.”

“Music is my mistress, and she plays second fiddle to no one.”

“It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the brilliant sky, Fire's fiddle cried out for the dead, and for the living who stay behind to say goodbye.”

“The earth keeps some vibration going There in your heart, and that is you. And if the people find you can fiddle, why fiddle you must, for all your life.”

“She cried a little, but only inside, because long ago she had decided she didn't like crying because if you ever started to cry it seemed as if there was so much to cry about you almost couldn't stop, and she didn't like that at all.”

“Now, this one might be a little stringy, but then again, it's fiddle player."That isn't fiddle player, it's piccolo player."How can you tell?"It's PIPING hot!"Then blow on it first!”