I tried to convey to the boy how people's lives are often altered by curved lines read slowly from paper, sand, or stone.
Music is only a mystery to people who want it explained. Music and love are the same.
Where are people going? I wonder what they hope will happen and what they are afraid of? For me it's the same thing and has to do with being loved.
I want to do things for people they will never forget. Maybe that’s the best thing I can do in life.
But say you do find the right people - how do you love them without smothering them?...How do you not suffocate them with all the love you've built up in their absence?
It's true the people we meet shape us. But the people we don't meet shape us also, often more because we have imagined them so vividly. There are people we yearn for but never seem to meet.
For some people, life is the process of knocking through walls to get out. For others, it is the building of walls.
For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched.
Language allows us to reach out to people, to touch them with our innermost fears, hopes, disappointments, victories. To reach out to people we'll never meet. It's the greatest legacy you could ever leave your children or your loved ones: The history of how you felt.
The most frustrating part of trying to direct everything is not that it alienates you from people who genuinely want to help, but that it's actually impossible.