That silence intimidates puzzles me. Silence is to me normal, comfortable." Later he added, "I will admit to feeling a little contempt for those who can't keep quiet.

Knight's disdain for Thoreau was bottomless - 'he had no deep insight into nature'...

The only book Knight didn't steal was the one he most often saw. 'I had no need for a Bible, ' he said.

I'm not used to seeing people's faces. There's too much information there. Aren't you aware of it? Too much, too fast.

I read. That's my form of travel.

He left because the world is not made to accommodate people like him.

Silence, it appears, is not the opposite of sound. It is another world altogether, literally offering a deeper level of thought, a journey to the bedrock of the self.

There was no one to complain to in the woods, so I did not complain, ' Knight said.

Thomas Merton, the Trappist monk, wrote that nothing can be expressed about solitude "that has not already been said better by the wind in the pine trees.

The American essayist William Deresiewicz wrote that "no real excellence, personal or social, artistic, philosophical, scientific, or moral, can arise without solitude.

You only truly possess that which you cannot lose in a shipwreck.

For every ten vampires who are happy being monsters, there's always one sad-sack who misses the sunrise.

If a woman gets insomnia, you never know where you're going to find her furniture the next morning. It's primal. We have so little we can control, but we can perfect the way our room looks.

I certainly hope my music is in no way, shape or form influenced by anything that would be known as a jam band. If it is, then I'm going to do something else.

Everybody is in the waiting room of life. Yoga is not a waiting. It is a doing, today.

The filibuster is an affront to commonly understood democratic norms, but then so is the Senate.

Never try to sell at the top. It isn't wise. Sell after a reaction if there is no rally.

Romanians have a saying, 'Not every dog has a bagel on its tail.' It means that not all streets are paved with gold. When I began my career, I just wanted to do cartwheels.

I'm thankful there are children watching at home who can finally relate to a new Miss America.

The moon has set In a bank of jet That fringes the Western sky, The pleiads seven Have sunk from heaven And the midnight hurries by; My hopes are flown And, alas! alone On my weary couch I lie.