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My friend has a baby. I'm recording all the noises he makes so later I can ask him what he meant.
the mute protest in your own bones
There are sneaking,
creeping, crumpling
noises coming from
inside the walls.
That tuneful nymph, the babbling Echo.
Is there anything sexier than the noises a man makes during sex?
Whistling to keep myself from being afraid.
elephant's trumpeting
Fuck that noise.
Braying of arrogant brass, whimper of querulous reeds.
Cuddles screamed. It wasn't a braying noise, it was an ear-slapping shriek of pure donkey outrage, like someone got hold of a foghorn and tried to strangle it.
Good God! What in the hell was that noise?" The man in front of them turned in his seat. "That's what I've been asking myself this half hour and then some
I hate to be a kicker, I always long for peace, But the wheel that does the squeaking, is the one that gets the grease.
All the inane, meaningless noises people make that pass for intelligent conversation. They might as well be pigs grunting in the pen. (92)
I wasn't moaning your name. I was shrieking in alarm." "That was the sexiest throaty shrieking I've ever heard.
A long, loud, and canorous peal of laughter.
smacking his fist into
Oh Ducky!' said Johnny. 'Squeak to me!
The sound came again. There was a whistle to it, and a moan. It was almost a hiss, and it could've been a strangled gasp. Above all, it was quiet, and it seemed to have no source.
It whispered.
You can almost hear people's b-holes tighten. A collective cartoon-mouse squeak of b-hole.
Making a noise in this world making a noise in this world you can bet your ass, I won't go quietly making a noise in this world.
Everyone's screaming,
I try to make a sound,
But no one hears me
I'm not backing down until you talk to me."
"What?" I asked, cupping my hand to my ear. "I can't hear you over the flapping sound of my loose vagina."
The corner of his mouth lifted, and he almost laughed. "Is that what that noise is?" he asked. "I thought it was the air conditioner.
The sound of our lack of conversation amplified by the echo of our footsteps on the stone around us.
There was the faintest of sounds, as of a gnat yawning.
> Roo-ah-rooo-ahhh.
>What's that?
>It's the Cute Guy Alarm.
> It sounds like a bird.
In our house, all you hear is groaning.
Oh my, that's her. Wow. Squeak. My geekness is a-quivering.
The squeaking of the pump sounds as necessary as the music of the spheres.
There is language going on out there- the language of the wild. Roars, snorts, trumpets, squeals, whoops, and chirps all have meaning derived over eons of expression ... We have yet to become fluent in the language -and music- of the wild.
His bones began to fill with sounds
Uncle Vernon made another funny noise, like a mouse being trodden on.
My mother made a sound that from a lesser woman would have been a snort.
SILENCE. The most loaded sound in human history.
prostrate body. He groaned when
This howling mouth, this head which rolls back and tries to escape.
I wanted to play saxophone, but all I could get were a few squeaks.
His little whistle sound like it lost way down a jar, and the jar in the bottom of the creek. P. 64
The word, his name, crawled across the room in a gravelly hiss.
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.
It is like the keening sound the moon makes sometimes,/rising.
metal on metal screech outside. It sounded
There was some arking and barking at dinner...
The delicate sensitivity of a frightened rattlesnake.
I wonder what sound a breaking heart makes?
It was the sort of noise that makes the silence that comes after it roll forward like a warm avalanche.
I squawked attractively. Okay. That was a lie. There is no way to squawk attractively. It was rather unattractive. Arms flailing, legs kicking. It was just awful.
impinged on the normal nightly Holcomb noises - on the keening hysteria of coyotes, the dry scrape of scuttling tumbleweed, the racing, receding wail of locomotive
When we're upset, our vocal cords tighten and we can't speak. And when I lie - well, I can't lie, because the same thing happens - everyone who knows me knows that when I start squeaking, I've started lying.
Big mouths and small brains make the strangest noises.
Oh deaf Gog, no, stop!"
Fumblefoot gave her a reproachful look. Stop what?
"I have broken into an enchanted manor house and my pony has crapped on the floor. Oh God.
You could hear us?" Christiana asked with horror.
"I'm sure the whole house can hear you," she said dryly. "He roars like a lion, and you squeal like a stuck pig.
Can we all admit that the sound of a kid squealing, even if it's with joy, sounds like squealing? I can angrily press the button on an air horn or I can press the button on an air horn with a sense of carefree fun and either way it sounds like an air horn.
The quiet is fretful, unnatural. It's what a mouse must feel as it steps from its hole and into the open blades of a meadow, never knowing what shadow might come cruising above.
My streets, my cistern. My old house. Its beams, floorboards and staircase creaked slightly, almost imperceptibly, with a dry, uniform, almost constant cracking sound. What's wrong? Where does it hurt? It seemed to be complaining of aches in its bones, in its centuries-old joints.
Molly squeaked and clicked (the clicks were the hardest) something back, which she hoped was "Hello." What she actually said was "My teeth are green," but the porpoise was too polite to point that out.
The noise was like, well, it was like a thousand vampire cats clawing on Plexiglas - it made their teeth hurt.
swallowed by another noise: an indistinct thudder.
Creep, clobber, squawk. Repeat.
The demented strutting of a dumb bird in the moonlight.
What is the sound of one hand?
His voice, the very sound of rolling eyes.
Being quiet is the loudest remark.
You know the sound of two hands clapping; tell me, what is the sound of one hand?
And then everyone in the room started laughing. My dad and my uncles and aunts - if there's one thing they knew how to do, it was laugh. My dad called that sort of behavior whistling in the dark.
The wheel that squeaks the loudest is the one that gets the grease.
Whatever clunks your cowbell,
Pretending that Shiloh's a bear, tryin' to get in. The more they squeal, the more Shiloh wiggles about, tryin' to get his nose under the edge of the sheet, tail going ninety miles an hour. If that dog had wings, he'd fly, except his propeller would be on the wrong end.
There was a click. There was a noise like a partridge. There was a thud.
There was silence.
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.
Public holoCans yapping and barking the dog language of distraction. All stirred and boiled together to make a thick soup of noise and shadowy light. Rollo
Unquestioning automatons
blindly marching to the beat -
an eerie crunching sound
hoards of shuffling feet ...
(from silent moments)
Mrs. Jaffee a little earlier. I asked if he was escorting Mrs. Jaffee. "Certainly," he said virtuously. "She is my client. What's that noise you're making?" "It's something special," I told him, "and takes a lot of practice. Don't try it offhand. It's a derisive chortle.
Mamma was just pulling your tail to see if it squeaked.
Her slippers went fitik, fitik, sliss, fitik, on the floors. They were soft sounds, like the sounds mouths make when they open and close.
Silence is the mother of all screams.
loud laughter mixed with the chirp of crickets. A moth hit
Sound of snipping growing softer outside the window, Leo
Accept the fact that girls squeal when they're happy or confused or excited or scared or because they just saw a certain boy in line.
Snarling like a chainsaw trying to sing opera
Pigpen goes silent and that causes my bones to quiver. The two of us get along because I'm the silent one and he's the one who can't shut up.
Sometimes it's just silent ... No sound at all.
'Does that scare you?'
Chad nods.
'Why?' asks his father.
'It's like something's waiting.
An age-old patter that seemed like chaos but was not ...
When in trouble, mumble.
stuttering over your words.
They say you cannot make a noise to annoy yourself ...
Rat was talking so seriously, he kept saying to himself mutinously, 'But it WAS fun, though! Awful fun!' and making strange suppressed noises inside him, k-i-ck-ck-ck, and poop-p-p, and other sounds resembling stifled snorts, or
My pet peeve is hearing a knock on the bathroom door followed by the familiar words, 'What are you doing in there?
snakelike hiss, undulating,
Barking spiders!
A few joints are circulating around, saliva-liva-liva-liva-liva.
Hurrying, dragging, falling, crying, calling out names hopefully and hopelessly.
The windy satisfaction of the tongue.
It's painful to listen to the barking of dogs.
theatrical groan of disappointment. Szacki
Lady, if you laugh and you don't make a noise, you're a shaker, and it's freaking me out.
Uh ... why does your partner keep saying 'ing.' Mr Pin?"
...
"Speech impediment.' said Pin.
, her mouth working mutely like the valve of an undersea creature
My toes curled against the soft leather sofa pf my flip-flops and my throat felt scratchy as i forced the words out. "I'm ... I'm new."
There! I did it. I spoke.
Take that, everyone! Words were totally my bitch.
A sound of cornered-animal fear and hate and surrender and defiance ... like the last sound the treed and shot and falling animal makes as the dogs get him, when he finally doesn't care about anything but himself and his dying.
There is always a certain noise in applause: even in the applause we give ourselves.