“His voice... my nipples are like tuning forks responding to that pitch – that purrrrr.”

“His teeth sang in their individual sockets like tuning forks, each one pitch-perfect and clear as ethanol.”

“A fit encomium for marital bliss," Beaumont said, putting down his knife and fork. "Dancing to a tune one neither likes nor understands, with a partner who thinks you a cadaver.”

“If I'm a tuning fork, you're the perfect A, making me hum.”

“Vienna, to me it was the tuning fork for the entire world. Saying the word Vienna was like striking a tuning fork and then listening to find what tone it called forth in the person I was talking to. It was how I tested people. If there was no response, this was not the kind of person I liked. Vienna wasn't just a city, it was a tone that either one carries forever in one's soul or one does not. It was the most beautiful thing in my life. I was poor, but I was not alone, because I had a friend.”

“I pitched my voice for Dirty Harry, but it was more Lisping Baggins.”