“It's funny how three or four notes of anger can be struck at once, creating the perfect chord of fury.”

“Presently, I sense within me the slightest touch. The harmony of one chord lingers in my mind. It fuses, divides, searches--but for what? I open my eyes, position the fingers of my right hand on the buttons, and play out a series of permutations.After a time, I am able, as if by will, to locate the first four notes. They drift down from inward skies, softly, as early morning sunlight. They find me; these are the notes I have been seeking.I hold down the chord key and press the individual notes over and over again. The four notes seem to desire further notes, another chord. I strain to hear the chord that follows. The first four notes lead me to the next five, then to another chord and three more notes.It is a melody. Not a complete song, but the first phrase of one. I play the three chords and twelve notes, also, over and over again. It is a song, I realize, I know.”

“Our lips brushed,and I felt like a chord had been struck inside me, and my body was humming with a pure musical note.”

“Spite is anger which is afraid to show itself, it is an impotent fury conscious of its impotence.”

“it's funny how you can't exactly pick your crush. well, you can, but once it get hold of you, it's hard to shake off. ”

“...and once again Dexter is struck by how easy conversation can be when no-one is in their right mind”