But silence is not a natural environment for stories. They need words. Without them they grown pale, sicken and die. And then they haunt you.
As for you, you are alive. But it's not the same as living.
Boys do not leave their boyhood behind when they leave off their school uniform.
Fate, at first so amenable, so reasonable, so open to negotiation, ends up by exacting a cruel revenge for happiness.
People with ambition don't give a damn what other people think of them.
There is something about words. In expert hands, manipulated deftly, they take you prisoner.