"for a fleeting moment, as anyone can, i imagined i felt the poverty of my future, all its unholdable surfaces, i felt inexplicably ungrateful and sad... i longed for a feeling again, a particular one: the one of approaching a room but of not yet having entered it... anticipation playing in the heart like an orchestra tuning and warming, the notes unwed and fabulous and crazed - i wanted it back! - those beginning sounds, so much more interesting than the piece itself..."
-lorrie moore