“The stillness was so profound that he heard a little animal twittering somewhere near by under the snow. It made a small frightened cheep like a field mouse, and he wondered languidly if it were hurt. Then he understood that… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“It was a stillness so profound one had to adjust one’s hearing to it. … The silence seemed to be trying to tell him something about itself.” — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
