“An erect building is a shackled slave. I hear the mutinous grumbling of vertical buildings. I hear the grinding frustration of those compelled against their will to remain standing. A building is energy crucified against space and time.”
“She could hear wisps of fog brushing against the buildings like wet velvet.”
“Instead of building castles against your enemies, build bridges for them to come to you!”
“I hear that you were on a date with Trouble Kelp. Are you two planning on building a bivouac any time soon?”
“I can hear you, the rest of the world can hear you and the people who knocked these buildings down will hear all of us soon.”
“The building is a ginormous 175-story office building that juts into the sky like a glass and steel erection.”