— Don't you hate that?
— Hate what?
— Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?
— I don't know. That's a good question.
— That's when you know you've found somebody really special: you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably share silence.
Ah. Uncomfortable silences and alcohol. Just like Thanksgiving at home.
Black dress and a silent part make every woman appear-smart.
Schwarz Gewand und Schweigsamkeit kleidet jeglich Weib — gescheidt.
You can say nothing. To anyone, ever. Never tell them who you really are. Swear your brother and Samwell Tarly to secrecy, and tell no one else. Or it will take on a life of its own
and you won't be able to control it or what it does to people. No matter how many times you bend the knee, no matter what you swear.
— I got to get out of here! You can't lock us up like this! Let me go! What about my Miranda rights? You're supposed to say I have the right to remain silent. Nobody said I have the
right to remain silent!
— You have the right to remain silent. What you lack is the capacity.
O that ye would altogether hold your peace! and it should be your wisdom.
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