“And she could play the Beethoven symphony any time she wanted to. It was a queer thing about this music she had heard last autumn. The symphony stayed inside her always and grew little by little. The reason was this:… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
“My feelings for Liam couldn’t be processed as a single thought. He’d become a symphony in my mind, composed of boundless crescendos that never reached a logical end.” — Laura Marie Altom Copy Share Image
