Music, at its essence, is what gives us memories. And the longer a song has existed in our lives, the more memories we have of it.

I'll note you in my book of memory.

Take care of all your memories. For you cannot relive them.

Memories which someday will become all beautiful when the last annoyance that encumbers them shall have faded out of our minds.

I wanted to be a skinny little ballerina but I was a voluptuous little Italian girl whose dad had meatballs on the table every night.

No memory of having starred atones for later disregard, or keeps the end from being hard.