"low, thrilling voice. It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up a down as if each speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again." pg 14
"a singing compulsion, a whispered 'listen', a promise" pg 15
"her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened - then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret," pg 19
"Her voice sang" 'It's romantic, isn't it, Tom?'" pg 20