“The tannoy is crackling but I can only hear heavy breathing and snuffling. ...Uh-oh, the tannoy is crackling again."Sorry about that, ladies and gentlemen, I momentarily lost hold of my pie.”

“J.D. cleared his throat and pushed the button on the intercom.“Uh, Payton, hi. It’s J.D.”Dead silence.Then another crackle.“Sorry. Not interested.”Cute. But J.D. persisted. Again with the button.“I want to talk to you.”Crackle.“Ever hear of a telephone, asshole?”Okay, he probably deserved that.”

“The noiseless wheels of my carrush with a crackling sound overdried leaves as I bow and pass smiling.”

“An editorial in the Los Angeles Times [1923] wistfully asked, 'Will eating chestnuts by crackling log fires become one of the lost arts preserved by a devoted people only in poetry and romance?”

“His focus was all on Katerina, something crackling between them. Lust? Fury? Hatred?Oh, who the hell cared.”

“The night crackled ... Everything had turned to static electricity in the heat. I combed my hair to watch the sparks fly from the ends.”