“I wanted to cry, loud and wet with the pain of love.”

“No more crying. It's all wetness and no comfort at all.”

“But hurting ourselves to inflict pain on others is just another cry to be loved.”

“I hear my silence talked of in every lane;
The suppression of a cry is itself a cry of pain.”

“There are kinds of pain that you can't speak out loud.”

“I love you, I said, but not out loud.”

“I was guilty and irritated and full of love and pain. I wanted to kick him and I wanted to take him in my arms.”

“It was a fine cry — loud and long — but it had no bottom and it had no top, just circles and circles of sorrow.”

“You are crying! You are afraid of me! And yet I am not really wicked. Love me and you shall see! All I wanted was to be loved for myself.”

“Sometimes stories cry out to be told in such loud voices that you write them just to shut them up.”