Beaks Quote by John Connolly

Back in the autumn I had awakened to a growing darkness and cacophony, as if something in the depths were crying out. A whole…

— Sue Monk Kidd

And they were quiet but their blood and nerves and butterflies were not—they were rampantly alive, rushing and thrumming in a wild and perfect…

— Laini Taylor

Outside the trees dragged their leaves like nets through the depths of the air; the sound of water was in the room and through…

— Virginia Woolf

Night was falling. Birds were singing. Birds were, it occurred to me to say, enacting a frantic celebration of day's end. They were manifesting…

— George Saunders

Listening (had there been any one to listen) from the upper rooms of the empty house only gigantic chaos streaked with lightning could have…

— Virginia Woolf

“They were just the ordinary sounds of of people beginning their day, silly raucous, discordant, but they were the most beautiful sounds on earth,…

— Karen Maitland

A few birds flew out from the mountains and glided for a while without sound. Standing out against the sky on high slopes beyond…

— Cesar Aira

“Their constant outward-looking, their mania for radios, cars, and a thousand other trinkets made them dream and fix their eyes upon the trash of…

— Richard Wright

Once it happened, as I lay awake at night, that I suddenly spoke in verses, in verses so beautiful and strange that I did…

— Hermann Hesse

There was once a town in the heart of America where all life seemed to live in harmony with its surroundings Then a strange…

— Rachel Carson

Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges…

— Cormac McCarthy

You see the lighted windows and what you want to think is that there may be many interesting stories behind them, but what you…

— Terry Pratchett