Look what we've done so far. We're pretty good at the impossible.
— Richelle MeadYou can learn things from a heart so bleedingWhen love bargains with deceitful pleading Hours soar from dawn to dawn splitting your time Don’t hear melody from a soundless chime.
— Munia KhanNow, Emily didn't make a sound. There was something more defining about the soundless reality that condemned the paradigm of passion.
— Allie BurkeIt is deep January. The sky is hard.The stalks are firmly rooted in ice.It is in this solitude, a syllable,Out of these gawky flitterings,Intones its single emptiness,The savagest hollow of winter-sound.
— Wallace Stevens