“I used to sing, in secret, so my father wouldn't know. I used to sing arias. Know what they are? Little tales, cries in the night. If you sing an aria, the world will know all about you. It will know your dreams and secrets. Your pains and your loves.

I'll name you Aria, after all the world's pains and all the world's loves. It will be as if you had never been abandoned. And when you open your mouth to speak, all the world will know you.”