You see, the deaf have an intimacy with silence. It’s there in their dreams.
I'm happy in a silent world - well, not a silent world but one that relies on - I'm in a pretty physical actor I suppose anyway, and I just don't - I don't struggle that idea of emotional expression just because there aren't words to explain yourself.
And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
I wrote my first book, I published it in 1955, it was in Yiddish and it was called And The World Was Silent.
I was born deaf. Sound never existed in my life, and this is completely normal to me.
That the world was silent and cold and bare and that in this lay its terrible beauty
Let me say and not mourn: the world lives in the death of speech and sings there.
Where has thou been all the dumb winter days When neither sunlight was nor smile of flowers, Neither life, nor love, nor frolic, Only expanse melancholic, With never a note of thy exhilarating lays?
