“The dark and distant drumming
The pounding of the hooves
The silence of everything that moves
Late at night you'll see them
decked out in shiny jewels
the coming of the caravan of fools”

“And then more quiet, silence so deep it almost drowned out the roar of the night music that pounded away in my secret self.”

“Bonfires dot the rolling hillsides
Figures dance around and around
To drums that pulse out echoes of darkness
And moving to the pagan sound.”

“Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing,
Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness;
So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another,
Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.”

“When we look up at night and view the stars, everything we see is shinning because of distant nuclear fusion.”

“Sitting over words
Very late I have heard a kind of whispered sighing
Not far
Like a night wind in pines or like the sea in the dark
The echo of everything that has ever
Been spoken
Still spinning its one syllable
Between the earth and silence”

“The dogs may bark but the caravan moves on.”

“There is beauty in everything, even in silence and darkness.”

“All I know is the dark, the night underground. And that’s all there really is. That’s all there is to know, in the end. The silence, and the dark. You know everything, wizard. But I know one thing — the one true thing!”

“Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone.
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.”