silence
There is a time for many words and there is a time for sleep.
The Odyssey (New York: Oxford University Press, 1980), 136.
We walked between the rows of sewing machines, cutting tables, defunct steam pressers. There is nothing more quiet than a still factory.
Beautiful Losers (New York: Vintage, 1993), 42.
We sit in a silence it’s hard not to scribble in with chat.
Lit (New York: Harper, 2009), 342.
I would imagine that I would only feel at ease in my own language if I was playing mute.
“Tilda Swinton, The Big Screen’s True Transformer,” interview, Jacki Lyden, NPR, July 4, 2010.