" Only with her had he discovered and now regained what he'd never known could be so pleasurable, the habit of conversing, explaining himself to himself, confirming immediate affinities in what until then he'd though of as a solitary sensations and thoughts. Always his fear of inconveniency, his slowness in finding the exact words and the courage to say them, always the temptation of silence and conformity, the permanent frustration of feeling like a guest in his own house and in a life that was the only one he had and yet never belonged to him. "

― Antonio Muñoz Molina , In the Night of Time