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
...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