“Ironically, it is familiarity that estranges people. We repeat the same things 'til we run out of new ways to say them. Then we grow tired of saying them and of hearing them said, and our guarded silence turning into a way of life 'til we find ourselves drifting like two rudderless steamboats with their engines off.
We misstake familiarty for intimacy. It is not intimacy. All it is, is habit. And habit is a shorthand for silence.”