Quotes About Whirring

Aiden was stunned silent for a minute. His mind was whirring. Then he was slowly overcome by a sly grin. "Oh man," he said. "You wouldn't be able to keep yourself from answering the phone if it rang, hoping it could be her, so you unplugged it." "You're out of your mind…" "You'd

Flames entered the room like dancers, orange-colored and whirring.

What birds were they? (...) He listened to the cries: like the squeak of mice be- hind the wainscot : a shrill twofold note. But the notes were long and shrill and whirring, unlike the cry of vermin, falling a third or a fourth and trilled as the flying beaks clove the air. Their cry was shrill and clear and fine and falling like threads of silken light unwound from whirring spools.

As I stood there absorbing Hammett's novel, the slot machines at the back of the shop were clanking and whirring, and in the billiard room upstairs the perpetual poker game was being played.

A fly buzzed over her shoulder making her think of the bodies inside, at the way the flies would be landing on them, at the opalescent maggots that would hatch and tunnel, multiplying endlessly, spreading like an infection until black flies covered the room in a shifting carpet, until all anyone could hear was the whirring of their glassy wings.

That swirling devil's clot, that black maelstrom of cylindrical majesty. It is a swirling gray spider egg unspooling, filled with rotten teeth. A biblical monster, God's vengeance. Whirring