I talk too much because I have been made so miserable by what you are keeping hushed. - Djuna Barnes

So the reason for our cleanliness becomes apparent; cleanliness is a form of apprehension; our faulty racial memory is fathered by fear. Destiny and history are untidy; we fear memory of that disorder.

I like my human experience served up with a little silence and restraint. Silence makes experience go further and, when it does die, gives it that dignity common to a thing one had touched and not ravished.

The night is a skin pulled over the head of day that the day may be in torment.