Children Quote by Patricia Highsmith

“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 he played music so loudly he could not hear his pain. He stunted his growth beneath a bass that decorated his aura and…

— Karl Kristian Flores

“He groped for his loafers and walked aimlessly for some time among the trees of the coppice where thrushes were singing so richly, with…

— Vladimir Nabokov

“Never had there been a time when sound, color, and feeling hadn’t been intertwined, when a dirty, rolling bass line hadn’t induced violets that…

— Lisa Ko

“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

“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

“Ig had always liked to listen to his father, to watch him while he played. It was almost wrong to say his father played.…

— Joe Hill

“He thought of nothing. Some thoughts or fragments of thoughts, some images without order or coherence floated before his mind--faces of people he had…

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

“As his hands fell upon the keyboard, it was still possible to believe a beautiful harmony had been formed at random, in spite of…

— Andreï Makine

“He was woken by music. It beckoned him, lilting and insistent; delicate music, played by delicate instruments that he could not identify, with one…

— Susan Cooper

“At first he had appreciated only the material quality of the sounds which those instruments secreted. And it had been a source of keen…

— Marcel Proust

“he was carried aloft, for the moment, on one of those great waves of hope from which he was usually plunged deep into the…

— Émile Zola