“i sink my life into your mouth,i hear the murmurs of space,and infinity seemsto have emptied itself over me”

“I love your silences, they are like mine. You are the only being before whom I am not distressed by my own silences. You have a vehement silence, one feels it is charged with essences, it is a strangely alive silence, like a trap open over a well, from which one can hear the secret murmur of the earth itself.”

“Perhaps sound is only an insanity of silence, a mad gibber of empty space grown fearful of listening to itself and hearing nothing.”

“The word itself creates an empty sensation. Try saying it now. "Why?" Notice how your tongue touches nothing when you form the word with your mouth. Feel the gap, the space inside your mouth, that it creates. The air. It is a place that needs filling. It is missing an answer.”

“I know you’re rolling your eyes at me,” he murmurs, and I hear the trace of humor in his voice.”

“Everything I have, my very life itself, is yours. That always has and always will extend beyond death for me.”