Kristine Kathryn Rusch Quotes

He belonged here. Not on a stage, but with a piano. It was the only place he felt alive. The groupies, the concerts, the strangely worshipful perks of fame, none of them made him feel complete like these moments alone did.

He crossed the stage, pushed the bench back and sat, hands resting on the keyboard cover. After a moment, he took off the cloth, and uncovered the keyboard.

Reese, honey, victims are victims when they remain quiet. They gain power when they speak out.

Like Elmore Leonard and Donald West lake and Robert B. Parker and oh so many others, I want to die with my boots on, face down on my keyboard if possible, in the middle of a sentence.