Bricks flew everywhere - Benton Rhodes would later see some of the damage, but the worst of it was quickly covered up.

Bricks of waste and garbage flew everywhere.

So Bricks and I flew down to Houston again on the second of April.

Bricks flew up and showered down again; wood-splinters and dust filled the air.

Brick flew in to consult with Marrow.

Bricks flew in all directions as walls came down; then, slowly, went up again, according to Jefferson's latest design.

Bricks, concrete, and girders flew in all directions; clouds of plaster went up like a dust storm.

Bricks, bottles and other missiles flew at the officers, who responded by swinging night sticks at protesters who tried to push through their ranks.

Bricks flew, and one of them hit the battery lamp that hung on the wall near the door and broke it to pieces.

Bricks and stones fly through the apertures: my eighteenth-birthday presents.