“I strain to hear, but my old ears, for all their obscene hugeness, pick up nothing but snippets:”
“I find it a huge strain to be responsible for my tastes and be known and defined by them.”
“Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living.”
“Out of silence I begin to hear the voices of characters whispering snippets of a story to me.”
“How come I can pick my ears but not my nose?”
“The reader's ear must adjust down from loud life to the subtle, imaginary sounds of the written word. An ordinary reader picking up a book can't yet hear a thing; it will take half an hour to pick up the writing's modulations, its ups and downs and louds and softs.”