In memory, everything seems to happen to music.

“You know, then that the public Somebody you are when you 'have a name' is a fic…”

“Life that winter in Rome: a golden dream, and I don't mean Rafaello and the mim…”

“We've had this date with each other from the beginning.”

“Big Daddy: What makes you so restless, have you got ants in your britches?Brick…”