“I can’t talk to you anymore.I can’t talk to youwith wordswith thoughtswith silence.I can’t talk to you anymore(she won’t talk to you anymore).”
“What do people want? Well, you really can’t talk about wants until you talk about needs.”
“Ah, sweetie. If the poets couldn’t unriddle them, then you certainly can’t. Be kind, and keep your ears on offer if she wants to talk. But you can’t draw out the strangeness, Edgar. It’s not a poison.”
“If I’m talking to patients who can’t answer, why not talk to the port, too? (Xander Markham)”
“You can talk the talk but you can’t walk the walk.”His eyes narrowed in challenge. “Oh, I can walk the walk. I can walk the walk so hard that you’ll be sore for days.”
“It is an awful thing to be betrayed by your body. And it’s lonely, because you feel you can’t talk about it.”