what we say is always a selection, and no matter how loudly we speak, the things we conceal quietly persist in their concealed existence.

it's a question of what need not, or cannot, be said. the part that isn't told takes on great power, if you look at the story from the right perspective, often even greater power than the part that's revealed.

 

jenny erpenbeck                                                                                                                                                on "the old child"                                                                                                                                            not a novel, a memoir in pieces