" 'To kill time,' an English phrase that still chills me: time can be 
killed but only by frivolous matters and purposeless activities. No one 
thinks of suicide as a courageous endeavor to kill time."
"English is my private language. Every word has to be pondered before it 
becomes a word. I have no doubt—can this be an illusion?—that the 
conversation I have with myself, however linguistically flawed, is the 
conversation that I have always wanted, in the exact way I want it to 
be." 
"There’s so much to give up: hope, freedom, dignity. A private language, 
however, defies any confinement. Death alone can take it away." 
"Often I think that writing is a futile effort; so is reading; so is 
living. Loneliness is the inability to speak with another in one’s 
private language. That emptiness is filled with public language or 
romanticized connections." 
--"To Speak is to Blunder," by Li, The New Yorker
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