Listening to a good song is usually consolation for being unable to enjoy silence.

The boring thing with taking a walk with someone is that your thoughts are then dictated by the subject or subjects of your conversation; and that is made worse by the fact that most sane people are terrified of silence whenever they are with or near someone.

I do not mind someone talking to me, as long as they do not mind me not listening or talking to them.

I tend to avoid people who always have something to say … and those who expect me to always have something to say.

All too often someone spoils my enjoyment of their company by talking to me.

I, unlike the vast majority of people, do not find solitude intolerable. As a matter of fact, I enjoy solitude, so much so that there is no dead or living person whose company I preferred, would have preferred, or prefer over my own.

When you are with any of the vast majority of sane people who can talk, silence is usually as infrequent—and definitely as brief—as the sound of a fart.

We almost always start a conversation, or sustain one, merely to cover the silence with, or merely to keep the silence covered by, the sounds of our words, which seldom form important statements or questions.

Sometimes silence is a sign, not of not knowing what to say, but of knowing when to say what you know.