Playing a violin is, after all, only scraping a cat's entrails with horsehair.
I am not the one of us who has no heart.
As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.
He seemed to realize she was staring at him, because the cursing stopped. "You cut me," he said. His voice was pleasant. British. Very ordinary. He looked at his hand with critcal interest. "It might be fatal. " Tessa looked at him with wide eyes. "Are you the Magister?" He tilted his hand to the side. Blood ran down it, spattering the floor. "Dear me, massive blood loss. Death could be imminent.
Every heart has its own melody.
Life is a book and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read.
The more you try to crush your true nature, the more it will control you. Be what you are. No one who really loves you will stop.
Comedy is the kindly contemplation of the incongruous.
I'm not a violent person and I don't hit people.
Performance ought to improve with experience, and pressure is an obstacle that the diligent can overcome.
We cannot take a step toward the heavens. God crosses the universe and comes to us.