Quote by Peter Carey

“The cicadas were singing a song. It was a one-noted, one-worded; The words sounded like "please". They were singing and singing and singing and…

— Karen Foxlee

“There was an electric buzzing sound that was constantly on, acting as background music like a million cicadas in the forest. A constant white…

— Missy Lyons

“Nobody was speaking. Only the cicadas continued their whine, indifferent to human tragedies.”

— Jean-Claude Izzo

“Then there was the church and the villagers on the sidewalks, the red geraniums on the graves in the cemetery, Perez fainting (he crumpled…

— Albert Camus

“My wires weren’t just crossed, they were tangled up like a box of Christmas lights, all knots and broken glass, blinking and shorting out…

— Misha Horne

“I was so nearly happy. There remained only a tiny something, something unexplained and inexplicable that buzzed in my ear when the lights were…

— Jennie Rooney

“All of a sudden the world opened up and it's doing it again now. In this garden there are so many stories, so many…

— Samantha Schutz

“the trees was turning green, becoming more pronounced. The”

— Karen Ann Hopkins

“The CIO must now wear many hats, and see the forest through the trees.”

— Pearl Zhu

“all that is seen with the empty sockets bursts like flowering grass.”

— Henry Miller

“It was approaching night, the conversation having taken up the better part of a day. Out of the fragile light a fourth perezoso spoke,…

— Lon Otto

“transfixed by the forest flying behind us. Every tree passed is another memory coming back to haunt me, like that night Dylan, Tyson, Joey,…

— K.B. Nelson