Tina

“He turned, stood above the crowd gazing up at him. There was silence
in the square. And yet he had never felt such complete communication.”
― Irving Stone, The Agony and the Ecstasy

“When the weatherman spoke he did so in smooth, rolling clauses, full of long words such as schoolmasters use when they are teasing a favored pupil, but he told them very little about himself. His talk was like cotton candy, that huge sweet bauble that fills the eye but leaves little in your belly when you've eaten it.”
― Peter Dickinson, The Weathermonger

“People had long conversations with him, only to realize later that he hadn't spoken.”
― Laura Hillenbrand, Unbroken: A World War II Story of Survival, Resilience and Redemption

“He...breathed in
heavy gulps of air to prove to himself that he was three-dimensional.”
― Irving Stone, The Agony and the Ecstasy