My experience of my body was her experience once removed, which meant my body was dissolved, and that’s all I’d ever really wanted from my body, such as it was.

I formed several possible stories out of her speech, formed them at once, so it was less like I failed to understand than that I understood in chords, understood in a plurality of worlds.

I had the endless day, months and months of endless days, and yet my return date bounded this sense of boundlessness, kept it from becoming threatening.

I could displace the mystery of my speech onto writing, the latter perhaps recharging the former

We’ve all got weaknesses. Me, for instance. I’m tragically funny and good-looking.

Those who die with their music still on their tongues unsung are trying to say “God had made a deal with the wrong customer like me

He hurt everywhere, so at least he must be alive. Another comforting thought because, despite everything, he wanted to be alive. It was the business of living he wanted nothing to do with.

If you were a real professional, you'd build a bridge and get over it.

Don’t let the acids of bitterness eat away inside. Learn the secret of trusting Christ in every circumstance.

Doing what you love is the cornerstone of having abundance in your life.

Be silent always when you doubt your sense.

I think very frequently, musicians become a victim of every song they sing. I like all kinds of recreation. It's aggressive. I want to be part of everything.

Dimitri: "Were you really going to attack all of us? Doing that...protecting her like that - it was very brave. Stupid, but still brave. Why did you even try it?" Rose: "Because I'm her guardian."

Shopping at any level is a bit of therapy for my medulla oblongata.