“It was well past midnight, quiet, few people around. All noises had retreated. The night seemed to have its own resonance. At that hour, the city's a gong that was struck at noon and is not yet quite still.” — Sam Thompson Copy Share Image
“It was well past midnight, quiet, few people around. All noises had retreated. The night seemed to have its own resonance. At that hour,… — Sam Thompson Copy Share
“The interval of two notes could divide your heart and the tug of words against rhythm could mend it: I'd stumbled on the means… — Sam Thompson Copy Share
