Beloved son Quote by Galt Niederhoffer

“It was not a musical voice, and yet it affected him like music.”

— Ann Patchett

“But he played music so loudly he could not hear his pain. He stunted his growth beneath a bass that decorated his aura and…

— Karl Kristian Flores

“He was little more than a voice. And I heard-him-it-this voice-other voices-all of them were so little more than voices-and the memory of that…

— Joseph Conrad

“I think that voice held him most, with its fluctuating, feverish warmth, because it couldn’t be over-dreamed—that voice was a deathless song.”

— F Scott Fitzgerald

“His voice sounded more sincere in these surroundings, less distorted by pride and pain.”

— Walter Kirn

“He would sit singing, his cheeks turning red above his whiskers; but his voice always came out deep and steady, like the sound of…

— Ruth Moore

“The faintness of the voice was pitiable and dreadful. It was not the faintness of physical weakness, though confinement and hard fare no doubt…

— Charles Dickens

“His voice was a deep and quiet rumble. It made me think of a freshly tuned tractor engine.. He didn't sound illiterate, but he…

— Stephen King

His own voice was older than he was. Ancient, unearthed from some mystical subterranean place...The voice seemed to make his whole body ache. Maybe…

— Francesca Lia Block

“A single radio post still heard him. The only link between him and the world was a wave of music, a minor modulation. Not…

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

No voice; but oh - the silence sank Like music on my heart.

— Samuel Taylor Coleridge

“What was the point of a little voice? Weren't voices for being heard?”

— Brandon Sanderson