— 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.

You have the grand gift of silence, Watson. It makes you quite invaluable as a companion.

When a woman who has much to say says nothing, her silence can be deafening.

Now... Adornment... what a science. Beauty... what a weapon.

If I didn't say anything, people assumed the worst. They cried harder. I cried harder.

If your words are less important than silence, keep quiet.

— Well, you're so mysterious about her.
— I hoped I was mysterious about everything.