“Letterman: "Oh, stop it! Will you stop? Ladies and gentlemen, turn down your volume. Turn down the volume immediately! She can't be stopped! There's something wrong with her!"”

“Emma's come down.
She's stopped the light
Shining out of her eyes.”

“Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life. Silence is pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it.”

“Sacred Sibyl!” I cried. “Madam, there is something wrong with your midsection!”

The woman stopped, mystified, and looked down at her hugely swollen belly. “Well, I’m seven months pregnant.”

“Late for work again today. Somebody was lying down on the job again. Will you people please stop jumping under my train? 'Ladies and gentlemen, there will be a slight delay while we hose the blood away.”

“Tell me where it hurts, she'd say. Stop howling. Just calm down and show me where.

But some people can't tell where it hurts. They can't calm down. They can't ever stop howling.”

“Oh Swaim, there is a pain here. Swaim, can't you stop this? Oh, oh, Swaim!”

“The woman said something to Roman. He stopped, turned to her, and shook his staff.
She crossed her arms. I couldn't see her face, but I read the body language well enough.”

“Obstacles can't stop you. Problems can't stop you. Most of all others can't stop you. The only one who stops you is yourself.”

“But some people can't tell where it hurts. They can't calm down. They can't ever stop howling.”