I always liked this dialogue from the movie Pulp Fiction (slightly adapted for language):
“Don’t you hate that?”
“Hate what?”
“Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it’s necessary to yak about nonsense? In order to be comfortable?”
“I don’t know. That’s a good question.”
“That’s when you know you found somebody really special, when you can just shut […] up for a minute. Comfortably share silence.” Continue reading