These people so scared of silence. These are my neighbors. These sound-oholics. These quiet-ophobics.

Alas for those that never sing, But die with all their music in them!

The inner music of things sounds only when you close your eyes.

Wake up!...You must wake up!

The apostle Paul writes to the Ephesians, “Wake up, sleeper, rise from the dead, and Christ will shine on you. Be very careful, then, how you live — not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity, because the days are evil” (Ephesians 5:14–16).

He who sleeps in continual noise is wakened by silence [...]

Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number-
Shake your chains to earth like
dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you
Ye are many-they are few.

The secret is not to make your music louder, but to make the world quieter.

A few can touch the magic string, And noisy Fame is proud to win them;
Alas for those that never sing, But die with all their music in them!

Now to fit in on the Seattle scene
You had to show people something that they'd never seen
So thinkin' up a gimmick one day
We decided to be the only band that wouldn't play a note
Under any circumstance
We called it silence...
Music's original alternative
Root's grunge

Nun 2: (Very quietly) Sir, be grateful for the music. Most of us die in silence.

While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters,
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say good morning to the night.
For unless they see the sky,
But they can't and that is why
They know not if it's dark outside or light.

First of all, ladies and gentlemen, you must forget that you are singers.

One ought not to act and speak like people asleep.