“She closed her eyes and began to weave a song. She abandoned the familiar melodies shed played so many times before and went in search of something new, no longer wanting a song fed on pain or guil...”

“She chased the song like a hound fast upon a scent. She pursued it through a forest primeval: a dark land planted with musical staves and rests and grown thick with briars of annotation. On she wen...”

“And then she caught the song. She fell upon it and music poured from the fiddles hollow, bright and liquid like fire out of the heart of the earth. Pierre-Jean drew back and stood mesmerized. The r...”

“Then she took up the bow and began to play. The tone was warm and deep, storied with layers of age.”

“These times of war and ruin will pass, and by love, you will be renewed and all terrible things shall be undone. Do you hear me, Fin Button? Jeannot pushed the hair from her face and though shaking...”

“Turn it beautiful. His words came faintly at first, but they came again and again, always softly, always with the insistence of an elder commanding wisdom. Turn it all to beauty. She walked to the ...”

“Creativity is the state of consciousness in which you enter into the treasury of your innermost being and bring the beauty into manifestation. (p.232)”

“Do you think I'm pretty?I think you're beautifulBeautiful?You are so beautiful, it hurts sometimes.”

“As if you were on fire from within.The moon lives in the lining of your skin.”