Artistry Quote by Stephen Crane

“When I was green and blossomed in the Spring I was mute wood. Now I am dead I sing.”

— Allen Grossman

“No countryman ever speaks to an animal without blaspheming it, although if he be engaged in some solitary work and inspired to music, he…

— A.E. Coppard

“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

“He would sit singing, his cheeks turning red above his whiskers; but his voice always came out deep and steady, like the sound of…

— Ruth Moore

“He stood just near the club’s steps, his back to me along the foggy English night, and it was not until I’d passed him…

— S.C. Parris

“For whom, for what, was that bird singing? No mate, no rival was watching it. What made it sit at the edge of the…

— George Orwell

“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 had heard it sure enough, wailing underground in clubs and speakeasies, all through Prohibition, hot, polyphonic, toe-tapping, full of syncopated rhythms and bent,…

— Nicole Mones

“She told him that he had the most beautiful voice she'd ever heard, that it sounded like whiskey and wood smoke.”

— Dennis Lehane

“A kids’ CD was playing quietly on the stereo: a scene from The Wind in the Willows. A plummy voice intoned, “There seemed to…

— Jo Furniss

“And the man then said Oh, please: Just let me know if you come upon bark textures that recall the erosion patterns of human…

— Evan Dara

“I speak for the trees, for the trees have no tongues.”

— Dr. Seuss