“Silence is an easy habit. But it doesn't come naturally. Silence has to be cultivated, enforced by implication and innuendo, looks and glances, hints of dark consequence. Silence is greedy. It insists upon its own necessity. It transcends generations.”

“Though he’d treated me like crap, I fell asleep thinking of how his bottom lip was slightly plumper than the top—perfect for kissing—and how those onyx eyes glittered when he first glanced at me. I knew he wouldn’t be there in the morning, but I still hoped that I’d see him again.”

“Then we were quiet. Quiet isn’t easy. Especially with virtual strangers. They say that nature hates a vacuum, and so it’s kind of natural to want to fill up a human silence with words—any kind of lame words. But there was such a feeling of space around us that my first self-conscious word died long before I ever felt it on my tongue.”

“Make peace with silence, and remind yourself that it is in this space that you'll come to remember your spirit. When you're able to transcend an aversion to silence, you'll also transcend many other miseries. And it is in this silence that the remembrance of God will be activated.”

“You can see in the dark, move incredibly fast, you don’t spar—”“Are you listing traits of fictional vamires?” he asked, amused, smirk still plastered on his face.I almost felt embarrassed, but why should I? I didn't know about his vampiric traits, or until a few weeks ago, that he even existed.”

“There was only the dark infinity in which nothing was. And something happened. At the distance of a star something happened, and everything began. The Word did not come into being, but it was. It did not break upon the silence, but it was older than the silence and the silence was made of it.”

“I lie in the dirt and pretend his words about my love don’t hurt, but they slice me like the ice cold winds of winter. It takes all of the power I have left to lie there quietly and not remind him of the promises he has not kept.”