I talk fast because I'm asthmatic, and I'm desperately hoping the words get out before my breath fails.
Even though I saw the executioner and the fire, I could not say anything but what I have said.
I always defined myself in terms of my talkativeness, and being without a voice hits me in a number of ways.
Her voice was now so shrill only bats would be able to hear it soon, but she had reached a level of indignation that rendered her temporarily speechless.
Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud.
Speech happens to not be his language.
Most times, your blessings are also your curses. And for me, I have this ability to express myself so clearly with pen and paper, but when it comes to expressing myself verbally, I put up a big wall.
Is this muteness a real physical handicap? One of the many symptoms of being Dead?Or do we just have nothing left to say?
Using a dog as a narrator has limitations and it has advantages. The limitations are that a dog cannot speak. A dog has no thumbs. A dog can't communicate his thoughts except with gestures.
