Nancy

“No. It does not come to me in quite so direct a line as that; it takes a bend or two, but nothing of consequence. The stream is as good as at first; the little rubbish it collects in the turnings, is easily moved away. Mr. Elliot talks unreservedly to Colonel Wallis of his views on you—which said Colonel Wallis I imagine to be in himself a sensible, careful, discerning sort of character; but Colonel Wallis has a very pretty silly wife, to whom he tells things which he had better not, and he repeats it all to her.”
― Jane Austen, Persuasion

“Isn’t it obvious?” “Apparently not.” “I’m not just writing about you,” said Shane. “I’m writing to you.”
― Tia Williams, Seven Days in June

“Per favore, non usare la parola ‘rumore’,” ammonì. “Quando si tratta di mare, parla di ‘suono’. Un suono che cambia in continuazione a seconda delle ore, della direzione e dell’intensità della corrente.” “Come lo descriveresti a chi non l’ha mai sentito?” “Hai presente l’inizio del Bolero di Ravel? Il rullio in crescendo del tamburo solo? È questo che senti quando il Sole e la Luna si allineano e il risucchio del mare diventa più forte. Un monotono pianissimo che poi, lentamente, ti trascina e diventa fragore.”
― Paolo Rumiz, Una voce dal Profondo

“In the beginning, long ago, he fled his country, one of those bland, flat communist lands, and as a young immigrant got hired to work on a whaling ship. At that time, he had only a few English words under his belt, intermittent pinpoints between “yes” and “no,” just exactly enough to answer the simple grunts the guys on the ship would exchange among themselves.”
― Olga Tokarczuk, Flights