“There was something mournful in her voice, but not broken. This song was the bridge between life and death. It was mystical. Spun together like a spell. Just pure magic and heartbreak. And that velvety sandpaper alto of hers sounded eerily similar to my voice.”
“Between the sun and the moon, it'd be crazy to choose - blossom your own mind.”
“Today’s music is like today’s world : utterly meaningless.”
“Part of the tragedy of today’s world is its music : its lack of talents is a tragedy.”
“He was singing a song he had composed entirely without professional assistance.”