“A dying scream makes no sound, Calling out to all that have ever knownHere am I, lost and foundCalling out to all”

“I pressed my head into the pillow and I screamed. Pure sound. No words. But it all came out as your name.”

“I close my eyes. And i scream. If my whole world is crashing down around me, then I am going to make the sound of the crashing. I want to scream until all my bones break.”

“We lost the crickets," she said. "Even you can't make that sound tough."..."I am Butler," he said with a straight-face. "Everything I say sounds tough. Now, get out of the lake, fairy.”

“I am trying to find myselfin all of the chaos,find something that I can call meinside the screams and insidethe 'you shoulds' and 'you have to bes.”

“My hands are out of practice, my eyes disused. Most of what I do is drawing, because the preparation of the surface, the laborious underpainting and detailed concentration... are too much for me. I have lost confidence: perhaps all I will ever be is what I am now.”