Steven Hill

“They sit in silence, broken only be the quiet electronic beeps by Penny’s bedside. All that remained of her, like a lighthouse blinking far out to sea.”
― Richard Osman, The Thursday Murder Club

“He would pick up eggshells, a bird’s wing, a jawbone, the ashy fragment of a wasp’s nest. He would peer at each of them with the most absolute attention, and then put them in his pockets, where he kept his jackknife and his loose change. He would peer at them as if he could read them, and pocket them as if he could own them. This is death in my hand, this is ruin in my breast pocket, where I keep my reading glasses.”
― Marilynne Robinson, Housekeeping

“How shall a man judge what to do in such times?’ ‘As he ever has judged,’ said Aragorn. ‘Good and ill have not changed since yesteryear; nor are they one thing among Elves and Dwarves and another among Men. It is a man’s part to discern them,”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers

“Sometimes they cried out at night, small thin cries that never woke them. The sound would stop as she started up the stairs, however softly, and when she reached their rooms she would find them all quietly asleep, the source of the cry hiding in silence, like a cricket. Just her coming was enough to still the creature.”
― Marilynne Robinson, Housekeeping