Appetite Quote by Ian McEwan

“Oh it was gorgeousness and gorgeosity made flesh. The trombones crunched redgold under my bed, and behind my gulliver the trumpets three-wise silverflamed, and…

— Anthony Burgess

“The strings all soar, The reeds implore, The brasses roar with notes galore. It's music that we all adore It's what we go to…

— Lloyd Moss

“He had laid his head back until his scalp had contacted his spine, that far back, and opened his throat, and a sound rose…

— Denis Johnson

“But they hushed, all at once and quite abruptly, when he stood still at center stage, his arms straight out from his shoulders, and…

— Denis Johnson

“There were nauseous musical instruments, stringed, grass, and wood-wind, on which St. John and I sometimes produced dissonances of exquisite morbidity and cacodaemoniacal ghastliness...”

— H.P. Lovecraft

“For trumpets sterne to chaunge mine Oaten reeds, And sing of Knights and Ladies gentle deeds;”

— Edmund Spenser

“Unwinding the white strips from our bodies, we let our sadness float to the ground. Women kicked their heels above their heads. Men twisted…

— Jabari Asim

“And suddenly a shaft of blinding silver-white light three feet long sprang from the broken hilt of Fidelacchius and shone in the first golden…

— Jim Butcher

“When at last I feel ready to tackle the whole of the piece, I begin slowly, delighting in the silvery tone of this violin…

— Pat Lowery Collins

“Everywhere was the atmosphere of a long debauch that had to end; the orchestras played too fast, the stakes were too high at the…

— Malcolm Cowley

“...the overture began. God! Strings! Oboes! Timpani! Are you fucking kidding me? Why, when we know what human beings are capable of doing, do…

— Meg Howrey

“And the concert halls overflow with humiliated, outraged people who close their eyes and try to turn their pale faces into receiving antennæ. They…

— Jean-Paul Sartre