Richard Powers, The Time Of Our Singing Quotes
The world is vicious, too huge to care about even its own survival
Silence: the motor drive of nothingness underneath all rhythm - threatened to last forever, a spell of sleep cast over the entire kingdom of listeners.
He stayed inside his perfect silence, hung on the stopped, forward edge of nowhere
Feeling for the first time what it meant to kick open doors that kept closing, no matter how many legends had already passed through.
We'd drifted too far to rely on the old boyhood telepathy anymore.
