“Then I heard a noise I’d never heard in real life before. The kind of noise you hear in movies when horse’s hooves are beating on cobblestones or the members of Monty Python were cracking together coconuts.”

“I'd never heard any noise quite so welcome as the click that a shotgun made when it wasn't killing me.”

“BE HEARD! BE STRONG! BE PROUD! I WANNA MAKE SOME NOISE!”

“His eyes made a slow scan of my closet doors, which were cracked. “I thought I heard something.”“Yeah, well, guess what? I’m a living, breathing person, and every now and then I make noise!”

“. . .criticism is to poetry as air is to a noise: it allows it to be heard; and even if we can't see it or feel it, it is there, shaping how we hear.”

“Green heard her voice, murmuring,and Adrian’s, murmuring back. Something inside of him made an actualglass-cracking noise—and before he could convince himself that that it washis imagination, Blissa and three of the other nymphs danced through thehallway and into the living room.“We heard that.” Blissa said, sweetly.“Heard what?” He asked, genuinely surprised.“Heard your heart breaking.” Said Grace.”