A Pin in the Hinge of Power

“Where are the reporters of yesteryear?' he muttered, 'the nail biting, acerbic, alcoholic nighthawk bastards who truly knew how to write?”
― Annie Proulx,

“Home after midnight from a debate on the wording of a minor municipal bylaw on bottle recycling, he felt like he was a pin in the hinge of power.”
― Annie Proulx,

“If a piece ofknotted string can unleash the wind and if a drowned man can awaken... then I believe a broken man can heal.”
― Annie Proulx, The Shipping News