“The glorious imprecision of language, the impossible endeavour of saying what you mean to another. She sees, with benevolent distance, how hopeless and winsome it is to be in this skin. How human it is to attempt a futile expression of your innermost secrets to another by vibrating strings in your throat to make an avalanche of sentences. To laugh, to sing, to cry out loud. How we all wish so badly to be heard.”
