“A moment later, in an even fainter voice, he whispered, "Do not mourn me”
“But Grover’s voice was already growing fainter. ‘Sweet dreams. Don’t let me die!”
“and the thought of relieving my mourning, even slightly, for a moment filled me with a kind of fear.”
“Not me." He bent his head, voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Never me.”
“He had a voice you couldn't miss: strong and penetrating with strange vowels that sounded different from the accents of other English speakers even to me. I later discovered that he was Canadian.”
“A loud voice cannot compete with a clear voice, even if it's a whisper.”