“Language is like drinking from one's own reflection in still water. We only take from it what we are at the time.”

“Music helps us understand where we have come from but, more importantly, what has happened to us.”

“It had rained, she said, and I imagined the beads of small water on the windshield like a thousand eyes, or each drop a small imperfect reflection of a perfect moment.”

“I think we keep these moments of rejection and acceptance very close. I think we carry them always, like cracked shells from which a part of us once hatched.”

“Hands have their own language.”

“To love again, you must not discard what has happened to you, but take from it the strength you'll need to carry on.”

“I think music is what language once aspired to be. Music allows us to face God on our own terms because it reaches beyond life.”