“Breathe slumbrous music round me, sweet and slow,
To honied phrases set!
Into the land of dreams I long to go.
Bid me forget!”

“Teach it me, if you can,—forgetfulness!
I surely shall forget, if you can bid me;”

“Even when the floods rush round to drown me
I just hold my breath and pray
Let me live my dreams
Every single one of my
I ain't quitting none of my dreams”

“You bid me burn your letters. But I must forget you first.”

“I'm bidding you a long farewell,
My Mary, kind and true,
But I'll not forget you, darling,
In the land I'm going to.
They say there's bread and work for all,
And the sun shines always there;
But I'll not forget old Ireland,
Were it fifty times as fair.”

“Me? I had no dreams. No longings. Dreams only set you up for disappointment. Plus, you had to have a life to have dreams of a better life.”

“in time of daffodils(who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why, remember how

in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so(forgetting seem)

in time of roses(who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if, remember yes

in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek(forgetting find)

and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me, remember me”

“Music to me is the air I breathe it's the blood that pumps through my veins that keeps me alive”

“Conrad calling me again—that was enough to make me forget how to breathe.”

“Music is what I breathe, what I love to do. It keeps me alive.”