Andy Dufresne: 'That's the beauty of music. They can't get that from you...haven't you ever felt that way about music?'
Red: 'I played a mean harmonica as a younger man. Lost interest in it though. Didn't make much sense in here.'
Andy: 'Here's where it makes the most sense. You need it so you don't forget.'
Red: 'Forget?'
Andy: 'Forget that...there are places in this world that aren't made out of stone. That there's something inside...that they can't get to, that they can't touch. That's yours.'
Red: 'What're you talking about?'
Andy: 'Hope.

Author: Stephen King

Andy Dufresne: 'That's the beauty of music. They can't get that from you...haven't you ever felt that way about music?'<br />Red: 'I played a mean harmonica as a younger man. Lost interest in it though. Didn't make much sense in here.'<br />Andy: 'Here's where it makes the most sense. You need it so you don't forget.' <br />Red: 'Forget?'<br />Andy: 'Forget that...there are places in this world that aren't made out of stone. That there's something inside...that they can't get to, that they can't touch. That's yours.'<br />Red: 'What're you talking about?'<br />Andy: 'Hope. - Stephen King

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