Mark Z. Danielewski Quotes

...the sound of our lack of conversation amplified by the echo of our footsteps on the stone around us.

Every something is an echo of nothing

There's no lack of void.

There is no such thing as an empty space or an empty time. There is always something to see, something to hear. In fact, try as we may to make a silence, we cannot.

In the beginning, there was silence. And out of the silence came the sound. The sound is not here.

Darkness is to space what silence is to sound, i.e., the interval.

The loudest noise in the world is silence.

Space has no "existence." "To exist" literally means "to stand out." You cannot understand space because it doesn't stand out. Although in itself it has no existence, it enables everything else to exist. Silence has no existence either, nor does the unmanifested.

Nothing echoes like an empty mailbox.

When you are not near me, I make the sound of one hand clapping.

Outside the arch, always there seemed another arch. And beyond the remotest echo, a silence.

And more than echoes talk along the walls.

There is no song to your singing.

She was gone, and all that was left was the space where you'd grown around her, like a tree that grows around a fence.

The mass gross absence of sound in space is more than just silence.

In a field I am the absence of field.That is always the case. Wherever I am, I am what is missing. When I walk I part the air and always the air moves in to fill the space where my body has been. We all have reasons for moving. I move to keep things whole.

Only a look and a voice; then darkness again and silence.

Here, though, there is nothing. Nothing at all. The sky seems empty even when I am looking at the moon and stars.

There’s a hollow where he used to be, and it echoes with self-imposed loss.

From him to the stars, in all directions, there was only silence and emptiness.

It was the same way with silence. This was more than silence. A deaf person can feel vibrations. Here there was nothing to feel.

Sometimes silence can seem so loud.

The void is a mouth crying to be filled, a blank mind aching for thought, a cavity desperate for shape. What is not implies what is.

i felt her absence. it was like waking up one day with no teeth in your mouth. you wouldn't need to run to the mirror to know they were gone

echo, the death of a sound that had nowhere to go but to come back.