“When the noise is gone, and the air is still . . .prepare for survival.”
“When there is noise and crowds, there is trouble; When everything is silent and perfect, There is just perfection and nothing To fill the air.”
“Three rebellions ago, the air was fresher. The soft pasting noises of the rebel billposters remind us of Oklahoma, where everything is still the same.”
“Goodnight stars, goodnight air, goodnight noises everywhere.”
“When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh with our merry wit, And the green hill laughs with the noise of it.”
“When I awake, the world is still gone.”