“All silence is.
All emptiness.
And now:
The dawn.”

“Dawn was coming. The Waystone Inn lay in silence, and it was a silence of three parts.”

“Now God comes to thee, not as in the dawning of the day, not as in the bud of the spring, but as the sun at noon to illustrate all shadows, as the sheaves in harvest, to fill all penuries, all occasions invite his mercies, and all times are his seasons.”

“Since there is no real silence, silence will contain all the sounds, all the words, all the languages, all knowledge, all memory.”

“All those layers of silence upon silence.”

“There is no such thing as an empty space or an empty time. There is always something to see, something to hear. In fact, try as we may to make a silence, we cannot.”

“And the peace which I always found in the silence and emptiness of the moors filled me utterly”

“The last introvert in a world of extroverts. Silence: my response to both emptiness and saturation. But silence frightens people. I had to learn how to talk. Out of politeness.”

“Music is the cup which holds the wine of silence. Sound is that cup, but empty. Noise is that cup, but broken.”

“The past is but the beginning of a beginning, and all that is or has been is but the twilight of the dawn.”