“ Free the fire fluttering inside her rib cage. Work her muscles, the bow, the violin, until she played herself to ash and embers and left the rest of the world behind to smolder. Alexandra Bracken
“ To say she is only a woman is to say a violin is a piece of wood with strings, and Dante is mere ink printed on paper. Bruce Crown
“ Sometimes the rainfallsjust for you and meto be the violinplaying in the backgroundof our loneliness's song. Sanober Khan
“ Then she took up the bow and began to play. The tone was warm and deep, storied with layers of age. A.S. Peterson
“ And then she caught the song. She fell upon it and music poured from the fiddle’s hollow, bright and liquid like fire out of the heart of the earth. Pierre-Jean drew back and stood mesmerized. The roo… A.S. Peterson
“ She chased the song like a hound fast upon a scent. She pursued it through a forest primeval: a dark land planted with musical staves and rests and grown thick with briars of annotation. On she went a… A.S. Peterson
“ She closed her eyes and began to weave a song. She abandoned the familiar melodies she’d played so many times before and went in search of something new, no longer wanting a song fed on pain or guilt.… A.S. Peterson
“ —the longer you silence a violin, the harder it is for it to find its true voice again. Alexandra Bracken
“ From the first note I knew it was different from anything I had ever heard.... It began simply, but with an arresting phrase, so simple, but eloquent as a human voice. It spoke, beckoning gently as it… Deanna Raybourn
“ Rush-hour on the A rain. A blind man staggers forth, his cane tapping lightlyown the aisle. He leans against the door,raises a violin to chin, and says I’m sorry to bother you, folks. But please. Just… Ocean Vuong
“ It throbbed and pulsed, channeled by elemental forces of fear, love, hope, and sadness. The bow stabbed and flitted across the strings in a violent whorl of creation; its hairs tore and split until it… A.S. Peterson
“ Furthermore--though it was quite irrelevant now--he had no idea his killer, Kazuo Kiriyama, had, in his mansion that was much larger than Toshinori's home in Shiroiwa-cho, mastered the violin at a lev… Koushun Takami
“ It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the brilliant sky, Fire's fiddle cried out for the dead, and for the living who stay… Kristin Cashore
“ A sandwich and a cup of coffee, and then off to violin-land, where all is sweetness and delicacy and harmony. Arthur Conan Doyle
