Poetry Quote by Ryan Murphy

“I like the idea of songs sung by those without big voices. You know, small birdsongs that rise above the noise of the city.”

— Kyo Maclear

“This is the way of long and empty roads: nearly forgotten things surface and singing voices improve.”

— Elizabeth Hay

“Hearing it, I wonder how I could have ever thought that the birdcall I heard earlier sounded anything like the Officer’s whistle.”

— Ally Condie

“And when all the world came back And the light crept up between the shutters, And you heard the sparrows in the gutters, You…

— T.S. Eliot

“The listless hiss and roar of oblivious traffic passing on the street down the hill was soothing in its detachment.”

— S.A. Hunt

“(The only birdcall I know is the Road Runner’s BEEP BEEP.)”

— David Levithan

“It almost rained Saturday.The clouds hung low over the farm.The air felt thick.It smelled like rain. In town,the sidewalks got damp, that was all.”

— Karen Hesse

“The shadows were really long on the grass, and the clouds were pink and orange. It looked like someone had taken sidewalk chalk and…

— R.J. Palacio

“...somewhere, nearby voices filled with dusk, cabs and panhandlers and one drunken girl screeching like a wounded bird - all of it flushed with…

— Marisha Pessl

“Humming and singing my new song, I led them up and down the stairs, pressing my fingers against the wall like I was about…

— Maggie Stiefvater

“you cross the field in the snow leaving tracks in perfect whiteness ...disturbing my placid universe...marking the landscape within me ...”

— John Geddes

“Out of the clouds I hear a faint bark, as of a faraway dog. It is strange how the world cocks its ear to…

— Aldo Leopold