“And then, at night, the lit lamp and the drawn curtain, with the flutter of the turned page and soft scrape of pen on paper the only sounds to break the silence between quarter- and quarter-chime.”
“It's six o'clock; my drink is at the three-quarter mark - three-quarters down not three-quarters up - and the night begins.("New York Blues")”
“She took comfort in the soft occasional sound of turning pages.”
“They were not half living, or quarter living. They were simply so many bags of bones in which sparks of life fluttered faintly.”
“The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of paper under fingertips was what magic felt like.”
“Little things. The thought of losing them makes them unbearably dear ... I only think of the sweetness. Simple things. The quarter moon, the taste of an orange. The smell of the pages of a new book.”