| "An unquiet mind." That's what the wife calls it. | |
| "And now the sparrows warring in the eaves, "the crumbling moon, the white stars in the sky, "and the loud chanting of the unquiet leaves, are shaken with earth's old and weary cry." | |
| "in the unquiet darkness." What the hell is this? | |
| - No. - There are no presences, spirits or unquiet souls in this house? | |
| Accursed and unquiet wrangling days... how many of you have mine eyes beheld. | |
| "An unquiet mind." That's what the wife calls it. | |
| "And now the sparrows warring in the eaves, "the crumbling moon, the white stars in the sky, "and the loud chanting of the unquiet leaves, are shaken with earth's old and weary cry." | |
| "in the unquiet darkness." What the hell is this? | |
| - No. - There are no presences, spirits or unquiet souls in this house? | |
| Accursed and unquiet wrangling days... how many of you have mine eyes beheld. | |
