“In the quiet ache of the evening, Alobar listened to his calluses grow.”

“For quiet times disappear listen to the ocean”

“Quiet Spaces
We had gone far enough together to listen easily in the quiet spaces.”

“But the internet is like a tree that is growing. The people will always have the last word – even if someone has a very weak, quiet voice.”

“Are you listening to the ones who keep quiet?”

“For a moment I felt the quiet hungering thing that comes inside when you return to the place of your origins, and then the ache of mis-belonging.”

“I've got to start listening to those quiet, nagging doubts.”

“Now listen, we need to be quiet as mice. No, quieter than that. As quiet as… as…”
“Dead mice?” Reynie suggested.
“Perfect,” said Kate with an approving nod. “As quiet as dead mice.”

“It was so darn quiet you could hear your hair grow.”

“There was no warning, not even a knock. The door flew open, and he forgot his present aches and pains in anticipation of what lay in store. The figure that stood in the door was not that of an enemy. It was worse. It was his mother.”