"So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her," The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
"Prices of a good assassination in Mexico had been driven to rock bottom by an army of itchy-fingered teenagers possessing no proper sense of values," Liquida in "Trader of Secrets" by Steve Martini
"Sometimes I think of words as being alive. If clandestine were alive, it would be a pale little girl with hair the color of fall leaves and a dress as white as the moon," June in "Tell the Wolves I'm Home," by Carol Rifka Brunt
His whole body trembled like a tuning fork that had finally found its note.