“The music in his laughter had a way of rounding off the missing notes in her soul.”

“The music in his laughter had a way of rounding off the missing notes in her soul.”

“I realize at one point, that I was being followed, and then I began to see the surveillance that was going past the road on my house. And so, these cars began to surveil me. People began to follow me around, and it did, it was very disrupting to think that your privacy was being violated, and for no reason that I could come up with.”

“The intelligence community, for the most part, has no accountability at all; to the Congress, to us the American people, and so they feel that they above the law.”

“Time's passage through the memory is like molten glass that can be opaque or crystallize at any given moment at will: a thousand days are melted into one conversation one glance one hurt and one hurt can be shattered and sprinkled over a thousand.”

“Now that she had actually seen and accepted reality, and reality brought such a healing calm.”

“But I don't believe that life is supposed to make you feel good, or to make you feel miserable either. Life is just supposed to make you feel.”

“You don't repay kindness with needless cruelty.”

“They all trying to say something with music that you can't say with plain talk. There ain't really no words for love or pain. And the way I see it, only fools go around trying to talk their love or talk their pain. So the smart people make music and you can kinda hear about it without them saying anything.”

“She could walk through a lightning storm without being touched; grab a bolt of lightning in the palm of her hand; use the heat of lightning to start the kindling going under her medicine pot. She turned the moon into salve, the stars into swaddling cloth, and healed the wounds of every creature walking up on two or down on four.”

“The music in his laughter had a way of rounding off the missing notes in her soul.”

“Time's passage through the memory is like molten glass that can be opaque or crystallize at any given moment at will: a thousand days are melted into one conversation, one glance, one hurt, and one hurt can be shattered and sprinkled over a thousand days.”