To listen to your own silence is the key to comedy.
What a mysterious thing madness is. I have watched patients whose lips are forever sealed in a perpetual silence. They live, breathe, eat; the human form is there, but that something, which the body can live without, but which cannot exist without the body, was missing.
I love silence.
Silence is one of the hardest arguments to refute.
The first people totalitarians destroy or silence are men of ideas and free minds.
Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
Nothing matters but the writing. There has been nothing else worthwhile... a stain upon the silence.
Where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on.
There are many types of silence. There is a silence before the note, there is a silence at the end and there is a silence in the middle.
In the beginning, there was silence. And out of the silence came the sound. The sound is not here.
Sometimes there is a greater lack of communication in facile talking than in silence.
Silence is the sleep that nourishes wisdom.
Silence is the virtue of fools.
Sometimes I wish that applause would come just a bit later, when it is so beautifully hushed that I feel like holding my breath in the silence of the end.
From politics, it was an easy step to silence.