There is nothing more harrowing than a deadly hush with the feel of a great noise around it

Breakfast alone by gaslight is about as ghastly as champagne in daylight.

It was such a heavenly dream: dreamed between the reality of war and the reality of hereditary madness.

The devil has made it his business to monopolize on three elements: noise, hurry, crowds. He will not allow quietness.

I like it where it gets dark at night, and if you want noise, you have to make it yourself.

Silence is not quiet.