But silence is not a natural environment for stories. They need words. Without them they grown pale, sicken and die. And then they haunt you.
When love begins to sicken and decay it uses an enforced ceremony.
My only consolation for the failure of the Dardanelles was that God wished things to be prolonged in order to sicken mankind of war, and that therefore He had interfered with a project that would have brought the war to a speedier conclusion.
Professional Southerners sicken me.
What are the words you do not yet have? What do you need to say? What are the tyrannies you swallow day by day and attempt to make your own, until you will sicken and die of them, still in silence.
Don't even think of acting as a profession unless not doing it would cause you to sicken and waste away.