Humor Quote by O. Henry

“Her voice floats past me, swaying rhythmically, creating the sweetest song imaginable”

— Emlyn Chand

“Now she felt as if she were dully humming with an unpleasant, low-grade drunkenness.”

— Meg Wolitzer

“She actually moved her neck back and forth as though to shake off the cumbersome weight of the sound, and realized that she had…

— Elizabeth Strout

“She paced her room all day, tossed sleeplessly in her bed all night. At dusk, she sat in her window and poured all her…

— Kate Forsyth

“Soft and sweet and mellow, the song came back and lingered, following her down into a deeper sleep where thought ceased and the faces…

— Stephen King

“Well she was bright; and she danced...And my function in life was to keep that bright thing in existence. And it was almost as…

— Ford Madox Ford

“I know how ineffectual my actions are, but I do them on purpose--to punish myself. I deserve the pain that closeness to her brings.…

— Amy Plum

“And the strange thing was: I knew that most people didn't see her as I did--if anything, found her a bit odd-looking wth her…

— Donna Tartt

“Music took her somewhere, and I used to wonder where. I thought it was dumb, the way she lived for a collection of sounds,…

— Megan Lindholm

“Or rather, I dreamed of her constantly, only as absence, not presence: a breeze blowing through a just-vacated house, her handwriting on a notepad,…

— Donna Tartt

“Again she dances on the edge of my consciousness, laughing at me in my dreams. This is only fair. I cast myself as her…

— Maddy Kobar

“She was a poem and a painting too. Everything she said sounded like a song, every silence was the music too.”

— Akshay Vasu