“He pulled the door closed and the wind became just the slightest rush of air against the rolled-up windows. There was suddenly… — Alice McDermott Copy Share Image
He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
We cannot learn from one another until we stop shouting at one another - until we speak quietly enough so that our… — Richard M. Nixon Copy Share Image
