August Rush.

Sometimes the world tries ot knock it out of you.
But I believe in music the way that some people believe in fairy tales. I like
to imagine that what I hear came from my mother and father. Maybe the notes I
hear, are the same ones they heard, the night they met. Maybe thats how they
found each other. Maybe thats how they'll find me. I believe that once upon a
time, long ago, they heard the music and followed it.

You never quit on your music. No matter what happens. Because anytime something
bad happens to you, thats the one place you can escape to and just let it go. I
learned it the hard way. And anyway, look at me. Nothing bad's gonna happen. You
gotta have a little faith.