“The toy soldiers gathered a few more flakes of dust on their shelves; the books stayed shut and squeezed together, telling their stories only to themselves between their covers.” — Emma Trevayne Copy Share Image
“We've lost so much. We might lose more. But for now I can sit here, under the trees and sky, and pull music from… — Emma Trevayne Copy Share Image
“I know as soon as we hit the sweet spot, an intangible instant when the music gains control of fluttering wings to take real flight - soaring, swooping, diving and rising in the small studio. No single one of us is in control. The wall of sound is its own thing - lifted, weight shared, by five pairs of hands.… — Emma Trevayne Copy Share
“Having everything to lose feels strangely the same as the reverse.” — Emma Trevayne Copy Share Image
“Maybe anger only needs the right melody, the right rhythm to be beautiful.” — Emma Trevayne Copy Share Image
“The toy soldiers gathered a few more flakes of dust on their shelves; the books stayed shut and squeezed together, telling their stories only… — Emma Trevayne Copy Share Image
“When I first saw you, you were like . . . ' He shakes his head, tugs gently on my hair. 'A rainbow. I… — Emma Trevayne Copy Share Image
