“...it's merely writing, but you have to adjust your ear – I speak quietly – I sob – I whisper...”
“For a moment, I debated whether I should tell someone about the words I'd started writing down, but I couldn't. In a way, I felt ashamed, even though my writing was the one thing that whispered okayness in my ear. I didn't speak it, to anyone.”
“And that's when I heard the whisper in my heart's ear: "It's not about your childhood. It's about who you are!”
“I have taken exactly what I wanted," he whispered in her ear. "I will have every part of you, until I live with you underneath your skin.”
“We’re almost there,” I whispered in his ear. “Don’t you die, damn it. If you do, I’ll never speak to you again.”
“I will desist;...But there is something glows upon my cheek,And whispers in mine ear, 'Go not till he speak.”