Your relationship with song is between you and your music.[to Henry]
We can just lose ourselves sometimes. We become, you know, other. Could be panic, or anger, or love, sometimes. We lose ourselves. But it doesn’t undo who we are in our entirety.[to Henry]
It is never a good idea to take measure of ourselves through the eyes of the joyless.
Desperation has a way of trumping good manners.
