“In my ears i hear a noise, and this noise is the sound of the color of the sun.”

“I hear noises in the darkness, I hear sadness in your voice, I hear noises in the darkness, I hear sadness inside you.”

“I hate noise pollution. Get that filthy soda can out of my ear!”

“Noise soup. I just made it. Taste it with your ears.”

“I rolled back onto the lawn and pressed my forehead to the ground again and made the noise that Father calls groaning. I make this noise when there is too much information coming into my head from the outside world. It is like when you are upset and you hold the radio against your ear and you tune it halfway between two stations so that all you get is white noise and then you turn the volume right up so that this is all can hear and then you know you are safe because you cannot hear anything else”

“Jack the sound barrier. Bring the noise.”