The noise was like, well, it was like a thousand vampire cats clawing on Plexiglas—it made their teeth hurt.

I love British cursing - the cadence of it, the joy in the sound of the words, and the vulgarity of it.

Does sound have rhythm? Does it rise and fall like the ocean? Does sound come and go like wind?

Dead voices, lost sounds, forgotten noises, vibrations lockstepping into the abyss and now too distant ever to be recaptured!...What sort of arrows would be able to transfix such birds?

One person's data is another person's noise.

Every men create some sound. Be a melody in this universe not a noise! If you become a melody, the whole universe will listen to you!