16 Quotes by Kate Racculia

Rabbit had never understood music before as an agent of connection, as a way for people not only to feel within themselves but to feel among themselves, a language that brought common souls into conversation. Beethoven could talk to him and could talk to his father, and he and his father could talk Beethoven to each other.

She remembers how it feels to play. To play with your whole body, your fingers, your wrists, your forearms and elbows and shoulders, your neck nd your head, your legs, your feet. You are an orchestra entire. Your fingers are each a single instrument, your hands a section; point and counterpoint, melody and countermelody, concord and dissonance are born, sustained, resolved in your body. In your head and your heart.

How many people has this hotel eaten?

What you felt, the beast that swallowed you all and spat you back out, that is the great big bloody point of all this. If you learn nothing else from this bizarre and awkward experience--this gathering of strangers to blow into horns and pluck catgut--remember that you have the power to feel that. The power to create that. With your hands. Your breath. You are gods, children, and you can make war.

Look at me. Really look at me, please. I dare you to look at me and know me and love me.

Tomorrow you could be anyone. Imagine that.

Maybe this was how adult friendships happened: by accident, embroidered over time, visible only from the height of years.

Tuesday had introduced her to every season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, even the bad ones.

The desire to defer to a higher power is an old habit, and a powerful one. She wants to take everything she’s seen and felt and pass it off to someone older, wiser, someone designated for that kind of heavy lifting, who will take her in his arms and tell her not to worry. Not to think about it anymore. To.