Anna Scott: It feels like how being in love should be. Floating through a dark blue sky. William: With a goat playing the violin? Anna Scott: Yes - happiness isn't happiness without a violin-playing goat.
"It was a Sunday in the afternoon and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. He was 81 years old. Even now, I can't claim to understand the measure of a life, but I can tell you this: I know that when he died, his eyes were closed and his heart was open, and I'm pretty sure he was happy with his final resting place because he was buried on the mountain, and that was against the law."