“If you listen, you can hear it. The city, it sings. If you stand quietly, at the foot of a garden, in the middle of the street, on the roof of a house. It's clearest at night, when the sound cuts more sharply across the surface of things, when the song reaches out to a place inside you. It's a wordless song, for the most, but it's a song all the same, and nobody hearing it could doubt what it sings. And the song sings the loudest when you pick out each note.” IfsNightSongHouseSoundCitiesDoubtCuttingFeetStreetsMiddlePicksGardenNotesHearingSurfaceReach OutRoof Book:If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things Source: If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things
“there are only these: sparkling eyes, smudged lipstick, fading starlight, the crunching of feet on gravel, laughter, and a slow walk home.” HomeEyeWalksFeetLaughterLipstickFadingSparklingStarlightGravel Book:If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things Source: If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things
