“He was improvising, playing the two of us like fine instruments.” — Solace Ames Improvising Copy Share Image
“Thank you...Sir.” I tried a simple word myself, and it rolled nicely out of my mouth and fell into the space between… — Solace Ames Gaze Copy Share Image
“I get interrogated pretty much everywhere I go—who are you, what are you, what do you speak, what’s wrong with you and… — Solace Ames Respect Copy Share Image
“My body could take this, and much more, but everything else—mind, soul, I didn’t even fucking know the name—was shattering into pieces,… — Solace Ames Cried Copy Share Image
“The promise in those words drove me out of my mind. I swear the world went soft around the edges, and Emanuel’s… — Solace Ames Body language Copy Share Image
“You have to play through the pain, in the beginning.” I looked up to meet his eyes. The way he looked at… — Solace Ames Scared Copy Share Image
“I’d gone beyond fascination into straight-out worship, and I’d lost the way back. It” — Solace Ames Lost Copy Share Image
