Song Quote by David Wong

“...and - holy shit was this song bad. It was like the singer was stabbing my ear with a dagger made of dried turds.”

— David Wong

I'm not a big fan of Robert Plant's lyrics or his singing.

— Chris Robinson

“There was a sound like a garbage bag of pudding dropped off a tall building onto a sidewalk. Robert had erupted, chunks slapping off…

— David Wong

“There was no sound but that of his shoes and the now senseless singing of birds. Once I thought they sang because everything was…

— Richard Matheson

“You weaseled your way into my life, Simon Lewis, and I don’t know how or why or even when but it happened, and I…

— Cassandra Clare

“Oh boy,” the unicorn said. “You do that, Robert Smith.” I frowned at him. “Who?” The unicorn shook his head. “This guy I knew.…

— T.J. Klune

“Only the other day, Robbie had gone to a terrible disco in Alness, hoping it would transform his life in some way.”

— Michel Faber

“I heard a tune from Aaron Neville floating out of someone's window on the other end of the street. I could tell it was…

— Margot Berwin

“As I leave my building, Robert wolf-whistles at me, long and drawn out. Probably inappropriate of my doorman, but I appreciate the compliment. "I…

— Julie Buxbaum

“I'm not too sure what the name of the song was that he was playing when I came in, but whatever it was, he…

— J.D. Salinger

“Death and disaster seemed to cling to certain men like wet leaves to a shoe and there was nothing they could do about it.…

— Deborah Elaine Kennedy

“We didn’t sing it anymore, my father and I, or even speak of it. After he died, it used to come back to me…

— Suzanne Collins