Quote by Markus Zusak

She didn't dare to look up, but she could feel their frightened eyes hanging onto her as she hauled the words in and breathed…

— Markus Zusak

“The accordion and the whores and the retching,' he said. 'That's our music.”

— Paula McLain

“In one room the carpet had been rolled back, and a hunchback wearing a velvet smoking-jacket was playing an accordion, writhing backwards and forwards…

— Anthony Powell

“Papa wasn't like them, with lines like cursive writing up and down their faces.”

— Jane Yolen

“The harmonica is an accordion with soul.”

— Kim Field

“During all of dinner the singing went on upstairs, and no one said a word.”

— Shirley Jackson

“The tunes he played on that instrument wouldn't be audible to the living. That didn't mean they wouldn't be real.”

— Seanan McGuire

“Of my own accord I want to learn the accordion, according to a cord (not a chord).”

— Jarod Kintz

“The little Durands were there, I conclude," said she, "with their mouths open to catch the music; like unfledged sparrows ready to be fed.…

— Jane Austen

“flute. As I stood in the doorway, he lingered over it, then, carefully rewrapping it, placed it in his box of treasured things. I…

— Mildred D. Taylor

“This was music that had not only escaped, but had robbed a bank on the way out. It was music with its sleeves rolled…

— Terry Pratchett

“I pictured Phillip in the tree. How his arm stayed stretched out, his hand empty, long after my dad pulled me away.”

— Jillian Dodd