“...to speak of them out loud, to speak of their hunger and pain and loneliness and humour, to make them visible so that can not be ravaged in the dark without great consequence.”
“There are kinds of pain that you can't speak out loud.”
“Give me hunger,O you gods that sit and giveThe world its orders.Give me hunger, pain and want,Shut me out with shame and failureFrom your doors of gold and fame,Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger!But leave me a little love,A voice to speak to me in the day end,A hand to touch me in the dark roomBreaking the long loneliness.”
“Even though it hurt, there are kinds of pain you couldn't speak out loud.”
“Scars speak more loudly than the sword that caused them.”
“Through reading literature we can make ghosts speak to us, and we can speak back to them.”