Human beings can't bear silence.It would mean that they would bear themselves.

So, the fear of death might be described as the fear of not being able to become whom one had planned to be.

I am still there, at that distant place in time, I never left it, but live expanded in the past, or out of it.

That words could cause something in the world, make someone move or stop, laugh or cry: even as a child he had found it extraordinary and it never stopped impressing him. How did words do that? Wasn't it like magic?

Human beings can't bear silence.It would mean that they would bear themselves.

Then there was a silence he had never before experienced: in it, you could hear the years.

There were people who read and there were the others. Whether you were the a reader or a non-reader was soon apparent. There was no greater distinction between people.