“The room was filled with a kind of stillness. Not simply an absence of noise, but an accumulation of layers of silence...”
“For the first time in memory, the silence between them wasn’t filled with layers upon layers of lies.”
“It wasn't a dance, but the complete absence of noise and movement, the silence, that brought me in contact with myself.”
“My poems are more my silence than my speech. Just as music is a kind of quiet. Sounds are needed only to unveil the various layers of silence.”
“Every soul innately yearns for stillness, for a space, a garden where we can till, sow, reap, and rest, and by doing so come to a deeper sense of self and our place in the universe. Silence is not an absence but a presence. Not an emptiness but repletion A filling up.”
“All those layers of silence upon silence.”