"The square dance fiddler's first concern is to carry a tune, but he must carry it loud enough to be heard over the noise of stamping feet, the cries of the "caller," and the shouts of the dancers. When he fiddles, he "fiddles all over"; feet, hands, knees, head, and eyes are all busy."
"Look at your lake, Christine. You'll love it here, when you get used to the dark. And you'll love the dark, too. It's friendly. And peaceful. It brings rest and relief from pain. It's right under the Opera. The music comes down and the darkness distills it, cleanses it of the suffering that made it, then it's all beauty and life here is like a resurrection."