The city is like a great palimpsest, a manuscript that has been written and rewritten over the centuries.
Music is a moral law. It gives a soul to the universe, wings to the minds, flight to the imagination, a charm to sadness, gaiety and life to everything. It is the essence of order, and leads to all that is good, just, and beautiful.
It’s not about money. It’s about the people you have, how you’re led, and how much you get it.
Every hour, she thinks, someone forges the rings, someone carves the cradle, someone loses the war.