“I understood it in my bones. Longing made the music bigger.”

“It was long past midnight. Laura's music played on. It was composed in the language of stars, tinkling in a crystal pool suspended from constellations. She used chimes now and then, the chimes that...”

“I meditated on my childhood, vague and distant before high school, where Laura still flickered only on the edge of things.”

“Our past would dissolve. We would move on from each other and from the ghosts of our youth.”

“My loves have always been seared with this singing, this singing written by death, the way some lands have always been crippled by war.”

“I inherited this longing. I was addicted to it. And so I was at home with those who wanted and never had enough. I was at home in the places that could never be. The places found only in dreams.”

“Its true that laughter really is cheap medicine. Its a prescription anyone can afford. And best of all, you can fill it right now.”

“Many a times, doctors, the worshipers of science, are helpless. They know a few technical things and perform their duty diligently. But they wait for nature to take its course as well.”

“There's no better cure for the fear of taking after one's father, than not to know who he is.”

“The man who gets Mara gets you and Billie. Im that man. What you gotta get is, while fallin in love with Mara, I fell in love with you and your sister. Straight up, Bud, no lie. The feelings I feel...”

“Mara, his arms gave me a squeeze, baby, youve got to live in the now. Not in your head. Not controlled by your fears. You cant live for what might happen five months in the future. You got issues y...”

“The man who gets Mara gets you and Billie. I’m that man. What you gotta get is, while fallin’ in love with Mara, I fell in love with you and your sister. Straight up, Bud, no lie. The feelings I fe...”

“I understood it in my bones. Longing made the music bigger.”

“I am a memory house for those I have lost, those I no longer know.”

“There is the body of history ever atop of us, and the body of memory rustling within us. Between the two, we are crushed.”