“Talk uses up ideas. Once I have spoken them aloud, they are lost to me, dissipated into the noisy air like smoke. Only if I bury them, like bulbs, in the rich soil of silence do they grow.” IfsIdeasUseLostGrowsSilenceRichAirSmokeSoilNoisyBulbs Book:Fifty Days of Solitude: A Memoir Source: Fifty Days of Solitude: A Memoir
