“Graduation, the hush-hush magic time of frills and gifts and congratulations and diplomas, was finished for me before my name was called. The accomplishment was nothing. The meticulous maps, drawn in three colors of ink, learning and spelling decasyllabic words, memorizing the whole of The Rape of Lucrece - it was for nothing. Donleavy had exposed us.We were maids and farmers, handymen and washerwomen, and anything higher that we aspired to was farcical and presumptuous.”
“Hush, my darling! Hush, hush, Catherine! I'll stay. If he shot me so, I'd expire with a blessing on my lips.”
“The house was still as death, and nothing but the wailing of the wind broke the deep hush.”
“There is nothing more harrowing than a deadly hush with the feel of a great noise around it”
“Who can call a man dead whose words still hush and whose sentiments move?”
“The letters from the ink in my pen are an absurd map of magic signs.”