Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.

Everything in the universe has a rhythm, everything dances.

Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone

There's a world of difference between truth and facts. Facts can obscure the truth.

I got my own back.

I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back.