It draws it's strength, this big secret, from the same root from which I draw my strength, both the good and the bad, because in the end, they cannot be separated.
In all my life, Ernestino said, I have never heard a voice like that. God has touched you, Signore. But sing while you can, because it won't be long before those high notes leave you forever.
Old truths and ancient magic, revolution and invention, all conspire to distract us from the passion that in one way or another defeats us all.
Oh, if the moon only had a secret, if the moon only held a truth. But the moon was just the moon.
I am an unwilling devil. I cry like some vagrant child. I want to go home.
I believe that I must do everything I can do to lessen misery. That's all I can do, and that is something enormous. It is a great power.