Quotes About Voice

Snakes dislike surprises,' Rupert said. To Mrs. Pembroke he added, 'You frightened her. She attacked because she thought she was in danger.' 'Oh, you had time to discern that it was a female?' she said, her voice higher than usual. 'Might have been,' he said. 'She was pretty enough. Did you note the markings?

For writers: If you polish a book too much, it'll be flat and shiny and smooth--and not too interesting. It's the little pits and bumps and whatnot that show voice and make a book unique from all the other super shiny flat surfaces

and after the beep I leave a concise message with exactly the information a therapist wants—name, one-liner about why I'm calling, and return phone number. I'm doing well until, thinking it might get me in to see him sooner, I add that I'm also a therapist, but my voice cracks as I say the word therapist. Mortified, I cover with a cough and quickly hang up.

I can't walk away from someone I love without saying 'I love you' one last time. I've known how very much I've loved you for a long time. You think I'm a child and I know nothing about the world or about love. But I know about love. I know about loss. And I know about loneliness, and goodbyes, and about never being able to voice those feelings again. "Perhaps you've said those words, Richard, and don't mean them. But I never have.

I don't want to talk about it," she said. Once again he was close. Too close. So damn close. "At all," she added, hearing with some alarm that her voice had softened. Everything had softened, at just his proximity. "Ever," she whispered, and found her gaze locked on his mouth. He had a really great mouth.

The law can be dirty, she said. As he well knew, but he wasn't going there. Instead, he let a teasing smile come into his voice. True. And I can be very dirty, but only when I'm off duty, and only if you ask real nice.

You, Madeline said, her voice hollow and wheezing, are like a bad case of herpes, wizard. You're inconvenient, embarassing, no real threat, and you simply will not go away.

I am somewhat proud of this, Mab's cold voice said. To be sure, the White Christ never suffered so long or so terribly as did this traitor. Three days on a tree. Hardly enough time for a prelude. When it came to visiting agony, the Romans were hobbyists.

Spear and magic helmet," I said in my best Elmer Fudd voice. "Be vewy, vewy quiet. We're hunting vampires.

Thomas took a slow breath. His silver eyes grew even brighter. It was creepy as hell and fascinating. I was hoping you knew a good spot. I sure as hell can't take him to my place. Molly's voice sharpened. I don't even have a place, she said. I still live at my parents' house. Less whining, Thomas said, his voice cool. More telling me a place to take him where he won't be killed.

You," Madeline said, her voice hollow and wheezing, "are a bad case of herpes, wizard. You're inconvenient, embarrassing, no real threat, and you simply will not go away.

I hadn't realized, until I actually heard his voice, how much I'd missed the demented little perv.

When a single cat let loose a war cry, it was an unsettling sound. When two cats suddenly wailed at each other in a similar fashion, it was downright unnerving. When hundreds of them caterwauled at the same time, in a single voice, the sound alone was enough to make one feel as if the skin had been peeled from one's muscle and bone, to call up horrors inherited from ancestors long since dead and forgotten, raw terror before a deadly predator.

Werewolf, werewolf." "There wolf," Bob replied solemnly, his voice seething with a hokey accent. "There castle.

HOW CAN YOU KNOW THIS?" the Voice demanded. "I look at things and think about them," Folly replied. "And use my intuition, of course, and deduction and induction, as well as any historical or theoretical models that seem to apply.

His mind is strange," came Varg's rumbling voice, "but capable.

It might have been my imagination, but I thought the pair of them rocked back a little, swaying like reeds before an oncoming storm. October wind blew about us, freezing-cold air that took its chill from the icy depths of Lake Michigan. "What do you want?" I asked them. I borrowed frost from the wind and put it in my voice.

I think I need help, I heard myself whisper, voice little more than a rasp. I think I'm lost. There was not an instant's hesitation in his answer or in his deep, gentle voice. Come in, my friend said.

Jokes," the voice hissed. "Jokes will not save you now." "Hell's bells, Kravos," I muttered, sitting up again. "Do they produce a Cliched Lines Textbook for Villains or something? Go for broke. Tell me that since you're going to kill me anyway, you might as well reveal your secret plan.

Steady as she goes, Mister Kettle," the grim gaptain said, his voice stern.

I blinked and squinted against the light. I recognized the voice now. "Hi, Murphy. This is going to be one of those conversations, isn't it?

Kennedy's opposition to our plan proved fatal; his was a powerful voice, and he and his supporters were able to block its passage. We lost a good chance to provide comprehensive national health care, and another thirty years would pass before such an opportunity came again, with just partial implementation.

Perhaps all young girls should receive voice-deepening instruction, as they once had learned how to iron men's white oxford-cloth shirts and walk with books on their heads.

Because we were both writers and both worked at home our days were filled with the sound of each other's voice