I have left my book, I have left my room, For I heard you singing Through the gloom. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Green heard her voice, murmuring, and Adrian’s, murmuring back. Something inside of him made an actual glass-cracking noise—and before he could convince… — Amy Lane Copy Share Image
I wanted to be a composer before anything else. And my sister was listening to Led Zeppelin in the other room! When… — Steve Vai Copy Share Image
