"...it passed away, at length, through a shadowy gorge, among hills still dimmer than those whence it had issued. We called it the "river of silence"; for there seemed to be a hushing influence in its flow. No murmur arose from its bed..."
Poe
"that’s the place to get to —nowhere"
Lawrence
"in solitude, where we are least alone"
Byron
“we must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey”
Miyazawa
“now the sirens have a still more fatal weapon than their song, namely their silence… someone might possibly have escaped from their singing; but from their silence, certainly never”
Kafka
"our life is frittered away by detail... simplify, simplify"
Thoreau
"I want to leave, to go somewhere where I should be really in my place, where I would fit in . . . but my place is nowhere"
Sartre
"The truth is that the rain falls for ever and I am melting into it. Black and monotonously sounding is the midnight and solitude of the rain."
Thomas
"don't talk unless you can improve the silence."
Borges