...hell was a great fiery-hot music hall, he thought, where untuned instruments scraped and shrieked in diabolical cacophany... - Annie Proulx
He had a feel for silence, for leading to an unsounded note the listener yearned for... - Annie Proulx
You should write because you love the shape of stories and sentences and the creation of different words on a page. Writing comes from reading, and reading is the finest teacher of how to write. - Annie Proulx
Quoyle experienced moments in all colors, uttered brilliancies, paid attention to the rich sound of waves counting stones, he laughed and wept, noticed sunsets, heard music in rain, said I do. - Annie Proulx
You got to think a musical instrument is human or, anyway, alive....You take a fiddle now, we say it has a neck, and in the human neck what do you find? Vocal cords like strings, where the sound comes from. - Annie Proulx
I play the fiddle....I'm not much to listen to yet, but we got no mice in our house. - Annie Proulx