“Sing!" Grandpa Smedry yelled, his voice echoing down a hallway to the right."Sing!" If he breaks into song I think I might have to strangle myself... I thought, cringing.”

“Somebody tell me that I should just go speak to the kings again.""uh," Sing said, "didn't I just do that?""I need to her it again, Sing," Grandpa Smedry said. "I'm old and stubborn!”

“I sing, not to hear the echo repeat, a shade fainter, my song! I think of light and not of glory! Singing is my fashion of waging war and bearing witness. And if my song is the proudest of songs, it is that I sing clearly to make the day rise clear!”

“Women who have been disappeared by violence are howling. The voices of disappeared women are echoing. I sing with these voices.”

“And I will sing with my soul that my song shall echo in thy heart for eternity.”

“Watching St John rock his wife's body was not part of my job description. Honest. I sat down on the stairs where I could see the door, the hallway, and the stairs as far as the landing. St John started singing in a strange, broken voice. It took me a few minutes to figure out what he was singing. It was 'You are so Beautiful”