“The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon Smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss Of blankets.”— Rupert Brooke
“The scent of the trench, that complex of stale cigarette-smoke, mud, chloride of lime and corpse.”— Edmund Blunden
“On the fifth day, which was a Sunday, it rained very hard. I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty.”— Mark Haddon
“I am a visual person. I experience with my eyes and never, or rarely, with my ears... to my constant regret.”— Fritz Lang