“I looked. George Shearing. And as always he leaned his blind head on his pale hand, all ears opened like the ears of an elephant, listening to the American sounds and mastering them for his own English summer's-night use. Then… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
“i have heard of the stars, of the play of light on the waves these i would like to see but far more than sight i wish for my ears to be opened the voice of a friend the imaginations… — Helen Keller Copy Share Image
