“We were alone with the quiet day, and his little heart, dispossessed, had stopped.”
“Reader, I married him. A quiet wedding we had: he and I, the parson and clerk, were alone present.”
“They weren't scared, or dispossessed, or fragile. They were possible.”
“If there were a little more silence, if we all kept quiet...maybe we could understand something.”
“There was our father, the heart we knew held all of us. Held us heavily and desperately, the doors of his heart opening and closing with the rapidity of stops on an instrument, the quiet felt closures, the ghostly fingering, practice and practice and then, incredibly, sound and melody and warmth.”
“The whispers were a sound Billy had heard every blighted day since Janie's death, all day and all night. They were terrible and quiet--the dry voices of the dead.”