A Visit From the Goon Squad - Pg 314

Alex loved the dead of night. Without the rant of construction and omnipresent choppers, hidden portals of sound opened themselves to his ears: the teakettle whistle and sock-footed thump of Sandra, the single mother who lived in the apartment overhead; a hummingbird thrum that Alex presumed was her teenaged son masturbating to his handset in the adjacent room. From the street, a single cough, errant conversational strands: "...you're asking me to be a different person..." and "Believe it or not, drinking keeps me clean."