Unbearable Noise Quotes

We thrust our fingers into our ears to stop its moan; but it was no good; the cry cut like a drill into our heads, dragging minutes into hours, hours into years. We withered and grew old between those cries.

If you really want to torture me, sit me in a room strapped to a chair and put Mariah Carey's records on.

If you heard me sing, you would just plug your ears and run, screaming, the other way. I promise.

I can't bear the silent ringing in my skull.

The first five minutes in Gramacho is really overwhelming because all of your senses are being attacked. Visually, too, because your eyes move and see fragments of things you recognize, but not quite, so it's very artistic. Your eyes are moving, then there's the smell, and the noise is unbearable.

The sound when we crash is so loud it's almost impossible.

One cannot walk through an assembly factory and not feel that one is in Hell.

In the procession I should feel the crushing feet, the clashing discords, the ruthless hands and stifling breath. I could not hear the rhythm of the march.