“Oh, be quiet, Fo-Fo.”

“The warm look of radiance on your face
And your heart beating close to mine
And the evening fading in the candle glow
This must be what it's all about
Oh this must be what it's all about
This must be what paradise is like
So quiet in here. So peaceful in here
So quiet in here, yeah, so peaceful in here.”

“So turn your ears, you musicians, to silence
Because they only come out when it's quiet,
Their tails brushing over your eyelids…
Oh, wake up, sleepers, and rise from the dead!”

“You've been quiet lately… but it's not so much the quiet as something inside the quiet.”

“Oh, Theo, why should I change - I used to be very passive and very gentle and quiet — I'm that no longer, but then I'm no longer a child either now - sometimes I feel my own man.”

“Summer quiet thoughts on summer quiet noons.”

“Oh dear, all those words again," thought Milo as he climbed into the wagon with Tock and the cabinet members. "How are you going to make it move? It doesn't have a--" "Be very quiet," advised the duke, "for it goes without saying.”

“Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.”

“Now listen, we need to be quiet as mice. No, quieter than that. As quiet as… as…”
“Dead mice?” Reynie suggested.
“Perfect,” said Kate with an approving nod. “As quiet as dead mice.”

“Quiet Spaces
We had gone far enough together to listen easily in the quiet spaces.”