In his face there came to be a brooding peace that is seen most often in the faces of the very sorrowful or the very wise. But still he wandered through the streets of the town, always silent and alone. — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
“Their religion is of the strictest sort, Stephen. Almost everything is forbidden to them except carpets.” Stephen watched them as they went mournfully about the market, these men whose mouths were perpetually closed lest they spoke some forbidden word, whose… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share Image
