“There's a hazardous sadness to the first sounds of someone else's work in the morning; it's as if stillness experiences pain in being broken.”

“Morning has broken,
Like the first morning,
Blackbird has spoken
Like the first bird.”

“Long after you’ve forgotten someone’s voice, you can still remember the sound of their happiness or their sadness. You can feel it in your body.”

“Morning has broken,
Like the first morning,
Blackbird has spoken
Like the first bird.
Praise for the singing!
Praise for the morning!
Praise for them springing
Fresh from the Word!”

“Morning has broken,
Like the first morning,
Blackbird has spoken
Like the first bird.
Praise for the singing!
Praise for the morning!
Praise for them springing
Fresh from the Word!”

“Sad thing is, you can still love someone and be wrong for them.”

“You know it's never fifty-fifty in a marriage. It's always seventy-thirty, or sixty-forty. Someone falls in love first. Someone puts someone else up on a pedestal. Someone works very hard to keep things rolling smoothly; someone else sails along for the ride.”

“Reader, nothing is sweeter in this sad world than the sound of someone you love calling your name. Nothing.”

“The sound of a code being broken is usually the same as that of somebody snapping his fingers.”

“It is a sad fate for a man to die too well known to everybody else, and still unknown to himself.”