“The same faint song is heard in everything: "Behold yourself".”

“She was the music heard faintly on the edge of sound.”

“Censor the body and you censor breath and speech at the same time. Write yourself. Your body must be heard.”

“Song on Applying War Paint:At the center of the earth I stand, Behold me! At the wind center I stand, Behold me! A root of medicine Therefore I stand, At the wind center I stand. ”

“... The women's song was always the same, as monotonous as the beating of the waves against the beach: loss, loss. The conch offered them no enchantment. When they put their ear to it, all they heard was the echo of their mourning.”

“Blake had picked the song for their first dance, and Livia laughed when she realized they’d selected music by the same artist, just different songs. She stopped laughing when she heard the lyrics. None present could miss the deeply felt meaning in the words.”