Hush hush Quote by Christian Bök

“All along the backwater, Through the rushes tall, Ducks are a-dabbling, Up tails all! Ducks' tails, drakes' tails, Yellow feet a-quiver, Yellow bills all…

— Kenneth Grahame

“Prattling gabblers, lickorous gluttons, freckled bittors, mangy rascals, shite-a-bed scoundrels, drunken roysters, sly knaves, drowsy loiterers, slapsauce fellows, slabberdegullion druggels, lubberly louts, cozening foxes,…

— Thomas Urquhart

It thunders, howls, roars, hisses, whistles, blusters, hums, growls, rumbles, squeaks, groans, sings, crackles, cracks, rattles, flickers, clicks, snarls, tumbles, whimpers, whines, rustles, murmurs,…

— Georg C. Lichtenberg

“Bar-tailed godwits flying with curlew, with knot, with plover; seldom alone, seldom settling; snuffling eccentrics; long-nosed, loud-calling sea-rejoicers; their call a snorting, sneezing, mewing,…

— J.A. Baker

“Gulls wheel through spokes of sunlight over gracious roofs and dowdy thatch, snatching entrails at the marketplace and escaping over cloistered gardens, spike topped…

— David Mitchell

Spooky wild and gusty; swirling dervishes of rattling leaves race by, fleeing the windflung deadwood that cracks and thumps behind.

— Dave Beard

“Forgoing eternally, sir, such things as, for example: two fresh-shorn lambs bleat in a new-mown field; four parallel blind-cast linear shadows creep across a…

— George Saunders

All along the backwater, Through the rushes tall, Ducks are a-dabbling, Up tails all!

— Kenneth Grahame

The moan of the whip-poor-will from the hillside; the boding cry of the tree-toad, that harbinger of storm; the dreary hooting of the screechowl.

— Washington Irving

“We are the owls of the weather chaw. We take it blistering, We take it all. Roiling boiling gusts, We’re the owls with the…

— Kathryn Lasky

“Like a long sighing of wind in trees it begins, then they sweep into sight, borne now upon a cloud of phantom dust. They…

— William Faulkner

The howling pariah dogs, the cocks that herald dawn all night, the drumming, the moaning that will be found later white plumage huddled on…

— Malcolm Lowry