We've asked questions differently since Shirley got here.
Jay Johnson in Wikipedia
Silence is the virtue of fools.
Francis Bacon, Sr.
(January 22, 1561 - April 09, 1626)
At first, it's unfamiliar, then it strikes root.
(June 13, 1888 - November 30, 1935)
I wonder if any of them can tell from just looking at me that all I am is the sum total of my pain, a raw woundedness so extreme that it might be terminal. It might be terminal velocity, the speed of the sound of a girl falling down to a place from where she can't be retrieved. What if I am stuck down here for good?