"But he can break the window," I said as glass shattered to our left.

With a blow he shattered the glass of the window.

Then, in the mid-1970's, with my increasing political activity, I shattered the glass.

The first bullet shattered the glass of the French doors.

In one dash he reached the window and shattered the glass with his foot.

He seized the picture, to shatter the glass on the floor.

It was so high on my answering machine you could have shattered glass.

"You can shatter all the glass in the room with your voice," I whispered.

The first thing I knew the glass shattered beside me and the bullet hit the back of the chair.