“How to make her run? No problem there. For a fearful shadow lies constantly over the residents of Uneasy Street. It casts itself through the ostensibly friendly handshake, or the gorgeously wrapped package. It beams out from the baby's carriage, the barber's chair, the beauty parlor. Every neighbor is suspect, every outsider, every period; even one's own husband or wife of sweetheart. There is no ease on Uneasy Street. The longer one's tenancy, the more untenable it becomes.”

“Life is not a barber chair constantly on motion but never move,you must learn how to move at every phase of life”

“Such a small thing to cast such a long & uneasy shadow over the future. For whatever the future holds, one thing is certain: it just won't be the same.”

“Beauty and fear make uneasy companions”

“An anonymous death in a small town, that’s a different thing. It makes people uneasy. They stop gossiping, talk only with trusted friends, or—realizing that nobody can truly be trusted—they don’t talk at all. Instead of settling in the streets or running through the municipal sewer system, murder moves inside. It becomes internalized. It seeps around the corners of locked front doors. It creeps into people’s bedrooms. It runs in their veins.”

“I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every one is sign'd by God's name....”