Nothing is as eloquent as nothing.
I think that all the silence is worse than all the violence
The wrong words are impossible when there are no words.
What barrier is so insurmountable as silence?
This is what drives a young writer out of his head, this feeling that nothing is being said.
The conventionality of the English is something I find unattractive - the whole lack of joy in the physical.
We had everything to say to each other, but no ways to say it
I grew up walking out with no music. I wish I had the bottle to dance on but I can't dance.
He doesn't move his face when he talks. His eyes are like shark eyes. Dead.
I feel like I can't really have a comment.
He lost himself in a maze of thoughts that were rendered vague by his lack of words to express them. Frowning, he tried again.
It would be so depressing to be a model and not get to say a word. There's no personality involved.
The times when I feel not alive is when I feel stifled, when I feel like the emotion that's in me is not coming out. I'm too busy, too hectic. I'm serving my iPhone more than my spirit. Those are the times I feel bad.
