“Every tounge bit had another word to say.”

“It was friendly. Mostly." I guzzled the coffee like it was a drug. "Tounge?" "Have you ever had a friendly tounge kiss?" "Yes, as a matter of fact, but that's my story. I want to hear yours.”

“I had known another world. It is impossible to give it a name. There are words like enchantment, words like bliss, but they didn't say it, they were stupid words. No words really said it. There was nothing to say about it except that I had known it, it had been mine. It was the one real thing, more real than the world.”

“Kitty need's a tounge bath”

“Let me say no more. Words do no justice to the hidden meaning. Everything immediately becomes slightly different when it is expressed in words, a little bit distorted, a little foolish...It is perfectly fine with me that what for one man is precious wisdom for another sounds like foolery.”

“I said nothing. I’m good at saying nothing. I don’t like talking. I could go the rest of my life without saying another word, if I had to.”